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Does anyone really understand each other? We may sympathize and empathize with each other, but do we really understand? It’s like looking from the outside. I observe and hypothesize, but I can never truly feel what’s going on.

» Posted By Abigail On 08.22.2010 @ 10:55 am


She was on her way to Joe’s. Everyone told her it was a bad idea, but she didn’t care.
He had leased a new apartment and invited her over to prove to her that he was able to be responsable

» Posted By abigail On 07.13.2010 @ 8:23 pm


This wasn’t it. It couldn’t be. The sheets were strewn all over the floor, notes and stanzas littered her mind with a silent sounds. This was it. Music. Music was most beautiful when it was silent, when it was in the mind, not out of the mouth or into the ears. It was beautiful.

» Posted By Abigail On 07.07.2010 @ 5:16 pm


a string is stringy and is also a theory -string theory- which can be the basis of everything! it is loopy and smaller than atoms. Unifys gravity, electromagnatism, and quantum physics into one theory of everything.

» Posted By Abigail On 05.25.2010 @ 5:59 pm


We have a new president. the first black man. our first president was washington and he chopped down a cherry tree…what president are we on?? i love snl skits about presidents

» Posted By Abigail On 05.02.2010 @ 5:39 pm


I sweep my life off of the floor, dust among the broken glass. My mother, in her apron, a perfect housewife. Not that she ever wore aprons, nor did she ever sweep, but I’d like to think thats how it went.

» Posted By Abigail On 05.02.2009 @ 8:32 am


I want to be pretty, I want to be beautiful, I want to be happy. I keep being told that this is the country of want, but that I shouldn’t want, and wanting is what’s making me so unhappy, leading to more wanting. I want to stop wanting and then I won’t want to be happy or beautiful or pretty. Maybe once I stop wanting, I’ll already be there.

» Posted By Abigail On 07.22.2008 @ 10:12 pm


love snuck up on me. I dumped you one day and then 2 months later I was completely in love with you. I was startled by my desire to share and learn and be held. Everything in life that carries currency is startling. The surprise of unexpected death, the sneaky methods of love. Growth is sparked by the unexpected, startling, painfully real, completely uncontrollable experiences. We grow when the spirit that we don’t know shoves us along some path. We feel started and yet some how completely destined.

» Posted By abigail On 03.14.2009 @ 6:13 pm


it is used to make beautiful paintings it makes pretty colors come alive paint paint paint brushes help make strokes even and thin or thick in the end it is a tool to help with elements unknown. and its been around for ages:]

» Posted By Abigail On 09.17.2009 @ 8:18 pm


its the most iritating thing on a shirt, sometimes it itches your neck and sometimes it will pop up and not lay down, its usually really stiff and just plain annoying

» Posted By abigail On 09.06.2009 @ 9:15 pm


i like rasberries, blueberries, strawberries, blackberries, and lots of other berries too. I love shampoo that smells like berries. Berries are good for you and taste good too.

» Posted By Abigail On 07.10.2009 @ 6:57 am


I wonder.
This word is… Foggy, at best.
Or for me, it is.
There are many places I want to be.
But if they’ll work out, who knows?
Sometimes I wonder, I do.
Agh, whatever.

» Posted By Abigail On 08.21.2009 @ 1:19 pm


with paws. That’s how I come towards people. I’m soft and oh so wary. My claws were stripped from me years ago but my faith did not go with it. So now I approach you gently. All of you. I come quietly avoiding volatility. My gentle embrace will surprise you more than a violent attack. I am bringing understanding back into this world with my soft, sweet paws.

» Posted By abigail On 07.23.2009 @ 8:04 pm


My dogs are nuts, like litterally andd they jump up a lot so we have a spray bottle at the door and we squirt them with water when people come to the door so the dont bark or jump up. It works really well. That is all

» Posted By Abigail On 07.15.2009 @ 1:28 am


Cute fuzzy little things, vultures are. I mean, no one likes them. Why, though? Sure, they’re scary looking sometimes, and they feed off the dead. What do you eat, though? You eat meat. You and the vulture are one of the same; both carnivorous. Sure, you’re omnivorous, but that’s besides the point. Why would people dislike these harmless creatures? If you’re not dead, it own’t pick on you.

» Posted By Abigail On 03.05.2009 @ 6:24 pm


classic me. fooling with you, tangling our feelings, hearing what i wanted to. God I’m so classic and predictable. A myriad of habits that die hard, old tricks that refuse to be renewed. Classic me, classic you. where are you? classic.

» Posted By abigail On 03.04.2009 @ 5:05 pm

classic like a little black dress! i think i’m a classic in a way but only because i am a young person who hates everything and there are loads of those although i can’t seem to find any. classic like, les miserables! beautiful beautiful. i love that book.

» Posted By abigail On 03.03.2009 @ 11:20 pm

kindness, the moment, faith, spirits, all these things are timeless and known. To be classic you have to be obvious, genuine, consistent, and completely overlooked. Something that is classic is hard to reach and is arrived at through trial and error. Love is classic. Faith is timeless. All the things that you know you should know but can’t know quite yet.

» Posted By abigail On 03.03.2009 @ 9:38 pm


oh the spaces i’ve created. through distances and un returned phone calls. i have a good 20 miles of space between me and any other person. space give me space i always said. well my back’s against the wall and everyone has run free. space space i’m done with you! get me closer… closer please!

» Posted By abigail On 03.02.2009 @ 2:19 pm


i vow to love you in all the ways that i can. i vow to put you first. I vow to always have faith in you and the things you do. I love you, darling. You are mine. Let me treat you as so.

» Posted By abigail On 03.01.2009 @ 5:44 pm


One day I saw this convertible car with a bunch of crazy hobos in it drinking vodka with a pirate duck and then the hobos met up with some insane clowns (I think it was this clown posse or gang or something) and it went DOWN, man, and there was this wicked gun battle out there on the street right in front of everyone, even the police.

» Posted By abigail On 11.12.2008 @ 10:14 am


I already wrote about paths. I guess the random generator isn’t so random.

Well to reiterate. I feel that paths are unfair if you follow them. You have to follow the directions that someone else has already created. Many times for your protection. But you don’t get to make your own way.

» Posted By Abigail On 10.22.2008 @ 11:40 am


Beautiful. Big open mountain tops with rolling green fields. Amazing bursts of color dotting whatever may be around it. Purity. Innocent. Purely good. Fragrance, home. cabins in the mountains.

» Posted By Abigail On 09.10.2008 @ 7:05 pm


UP!! Ralph. Hurl. This word makes me think of being in college with my head in the toilet after drinking too much. Crying and saying, “I’ll never do that again! Am I going to die? This is the worst.” Truly being convinced that this is the end of life. Killer. Absolutely terrible. For the most part, I listened to myself. Haven’t done it in 15 years.

» Posted By Abigail On 09.03.2008 @ 3:44 pm


when i see you things are better than they used to be. chatting is like having someones fingers run through my hair gently scratching my scalp. i no that feelings like that are the kind that stick in the memory for a long time. like a fimmiliar smell of some past love.

» Posted By abigail On 04.29.2008 @ 10:29 am


BANG ! A gun shot fired people in the village woke up wondering what had just happend

» Posted By Abigail On 10.01.2009 @ 8:02 am


it’s when you’re a little lost and you know what’s there you think, in your head but when you’re walking around and falling about it’s clear you don’t, there are always places like this, names like this, faces like this

» Posted By abigail On 09.29.2009 @ 5:49 pm


I searched though the ground venturing in the soil I could see insects I found a box it said in bold letters `THE BLACKBEARDS TREASURE A CURSE LIES WITHIN!!!!!!

» Posted By Abigail On 09.28.2009 @ 11:31 am


I like the shiny new oven in my kitchen. It isn’t gas, that makes me glad because it means nobody can do a Sylvia Plath in my kitchen!

» Posted By Abigail On 11.07.2009 @ 7:15 pm


You should never shield someone who doesn’t deserve to live. Instead, turn on them with a sword and show them what you can do.

» Posted By Abigail On 11.05.2009 @ 6:40 am

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