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At various times in our lives and in our day to day activities, we try to induce ourselves into learning certain things, or adopting certain traits so that we can become successful in the mainstream way. Does that make us happy? Will that make us successful? We have yet to see, but one can hope.
» Posted By bobo On 01.25.2015 @ 5:40 am
Bricks fell from the sky in vicious clumps. Casualties surrounded me as I wandered about with my umbrella in hand.
» Posted By Bobo On 03.22.2013 @ 8:34 pm
i fuses my penis in her every night. giggity giggity i like sex
» Posted By bobo On 07.23.2012 @ 12:26 pm
Convicts are people accused of crimes. They are usually bad people, but in some circumstances are wrongly accused. There are many TV shows about escaped convicts. Convicts are usually put in jail. Jail is not a nice place. Convicts are not nice people. They are so suitable for each other.
» Posted By bobo On 06.02.2012 @ 11:01 am
dinosaur in plastic bags. extinction of all things we do not know. what will they say of us when we are gone? that our arms were too short to reach the ends of the universe?
» Posted By bobo On 05.04.2011 @ 10:58 am
chemo beautiful. colorful. lively, to battle the unliveliness others might see. can i kiss the cloth like some holy icon? you are a madonna. i will weep at your feet.
» Posted By bobo On 05.03.2011 @ 9:51 am
compulsion towards things, objects. being overwhelmed by attraction and wanting. longing for a desired outcome. being taken over by the mind though the outer experience.
» Posted By Bobo On 03.12.2011 @ 5:42 pm
Sometimes we knowingly and willingly accept the restraints on ourselves. We embrace (sometimes enthusiastically) the leash of a mortgage, workaday life, the restraints of friends and family. We never test the strength of the bars that hold us in our jail cells … and you know, sometimes we are happy with what we’ve got! But what an irony there is in our pathetic attempts to convince the more free and happier of those amongst us that they “should” live the lives we have.
» Posted By bobo On 07.16.2010 @ 10:11 am
I made the remark the other day that the wheels appeared to be coming off the environmental alarmist bandwagon. You should’ve heard the cries of “denier!” and “pig!” I should’ve known that one should never show moderation in the face of religious fervour …
» Posted By bobo On 06.07.2010 @ 3:27 pm
intelligently the doe glanced at the dewdropped leaves and surmized that they would be succulent to munch on.
» Posted By bobo On 04.13.2010 @ 2:51 pm
Return your used bottles to redeem your deposit. You know, we should put a deposit on our lives. And any unused life at the end should be returned for refund. At least then the pathetic sods who spent their whole lives thinking to the future and not living life to its fullest in the present, can at least bequeath some life force to children, friends, or charities. As it is, it goes to waste right now …
» Posted By bobo On 05.05.2009 @ 4:08 pm
You become what you pretend to be. Just acting the part becomes the reality. Fake it ’til ya make it, baby. Well, as much as I hate that … as much as it angers and alarms me that as a big faker I’ve seen my greatest success, I acknowledge that that is … the reality. I’ve become the person I imagined myself to be, through the fakery of pretending to be that person. What strange life is this?
» Posted By bobo On 05.04.2009 @ 3:41 pm
My motorcycle doesn’t handle gravel very well; it’s difficult to brake or turn in gravel without losing control. I’d hate to dump my bike because it’s still very shiny and pretty and new farings are damned expensive.
» Posted By bobo On 12.29.2008 @ 11:23 am
When I see hate I hate back. When I see love I love. But, sometimes, when I see love, I hate myself for loving, and, sometimes, when I see hate, I love myself for hating. Who thought up these emotional responses in the first place?
» Posted By bobo On 12.10.2008 @ 10:58 am
I don’t feel comfortable dancing. Once, when I was 18, I started to get more self-assured about it, but then someone told me about The Dancing Fool, and that shut me down pretty much permanently. He was trying to be nice. He devastated me.
» Posted By bobo On 01.19.2009 @ 11:22 am
Just as blood follows path major, then minor, then exceeding fine through the body, so do thoughts coarse through my mind first major, then tangential, then finally digressive. And just as blood feeds the cells of my body with needed oxygen and nutrients, so too do thoughts and memories feed my brain to keep my mind healthy and productive. Thoughts are the lifeblood of the mind.
» Posted By bobo On 01.15.2009 @ 1:57 pm
For all venues, openness really is the experienced orator’s best weapon. People can just tell when you are not talking from experience.
» Posted By bobo On 01.12.2009 @ 12:35 pm
I used to buy cigarettes by the carton. Sometimes two cartons at a time. I’d stack them up in a cupboard above the stove, and feel the same kind of warm glow that I felt when I filled the freezer with meat or the crisper with vegetables. Now that I’ve quit smoking, I have an empty cupboard above my stove, and if you think that I feel good about that, you’d be wrong. I’ll never go back to smoking again, but there are times and there are things about it that make me miss smoking. I’m only saying this because I’m back on my diet and missing the junk food that I used to compensate for not smoking … geez, if it isn’t one thing it’s another …
» Posted By bobo On 01.08.2009 @ 10:31 am
Our new life, young and so beautiful. Delicate, yet somehow giving strength to my wife and me. Our daughter, how lucky I am. How amazing and fulfilling to have her and care for her. So surprising and satisfying to gain and grow so much by giving of myself to this new little chrysalis.
I’ve learned so much and I am grateful.
» Posted By bobo On 01.05.2009 @ 1:40 pm
Tapes are written into our consciousness by the words we say about ourselves. Like mantras with linguistic meaning, they form a part of our minds. We become our words. We adopt our own affectations. For that reason, positive thinking is really something advantageous, even desirable. Why does that thought make me scowl so much?
» Posted By bobo On 03.25.2009 @ 1:47 pm
I just wanted to get my just reward, but there always seemed to be something getting in the way… or was it someone? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to guess. Could it really be a sinister conspiracey
» Posted By Bobo On 03.22.2009 @ 11:37 pm
I am locked in mortal combat with myself … two natural urges competing for control of my demeanour. The one: self esteem, success, confidence, strong projection of a capable intelligent man. The other: inadequate feelings, fear of being stupid, ugly, fallible, mutable. After all this time and all this success … after achievement after achievement after achievement … the old feelings settle in again. Why?
» Posted By bobo On 03.17.2009 @ 3:56 pm
when i was sixteen i thought i became an adult.but after my birthday i felt a really hard time.so i thought time had come.
» Posted By bobo On 03.12.2009 @ 6:46 pm
Check please! she screamed far too loudly , but she did not notice as she was harried to get the ehll out of Dodge. Her heart leapt when she looked up from her tomataoe soup and saw him in the corner … was he glaring at her? regardless the air in the room evaoprated and she had to leave or she knew she would die.
» Posted By bobo On 09.24.2009 @ 4:44 am
Early one morning Janie decided to trollop through the woods still wet with dew and whispy with fog. She was never afraid of this time of day. the creatures stopped making scary noises , all bu the strange stirring beneanth the leaves
» Posted By bobo On 09.23.2009 @ 4:55 am
So I sent my kid off to school for the seasonal flu shot and freakin’ hope that they have elimanted mercury from the cocktail of germs and omebas. 50/50 – do you have them shoot swine flu into your kid. the shit you don[‘t even know who or how it has been tested… but then my daughter is working in a horse barn mucking horse shiot. how’s that equine flu – thing going over there.
Jesus, so much for an apple a day… that is probably sprayed with ecoli an, mercury, and pesticides….
life shoud not be this complicated.
» Posted By bobo On 09.22.2009 @ 4:59 am
The paintbrush was left hard and stiff beside a water can left in the fornt lawn. Tyler was thoughtful when he offered to paint the picket fence with the extra lime green paint leftover fromhis sister’s bedroom. Too bad the neon green was awash along the lawn as well.
» Posted By bobo On 09.18.2009 @ 8:54 am
the april shower did not last long neither did the may flowers or june sunshine, but kate was okay with it, she was okay with all of it. the disappointing weather, the failed marriage, and the saggy baggy look of her skin. none of it mattered becasues she woudl withstand the tet of time. she would still be standing, well half crippled and bent, but alive at the ripe old age of 112 because the physic had told her so. she believed in happy endings. had to.
» Posted By bobo On 09.15.2009 @ 4:19 am
Blossom twirled in her hemp dress while throwong dandelions in the air. her mother, sunshine, looked on and never once regretted sleeping witht he mysterious old man w/ maushrooms at Wood stock as this was a product of beauty.
» Posted By bobo On 09.11.2009 @ 7:05 am
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The knot in the necklace represented the feeling I had in the pit of my stomache . No matter how careful I was to antangle the delicate strnds, they continued to rub and chaffe against one and other binding my anxiety up tighter. so tight in fact, I couldn’t breathe properly.
» Posted By bobo On 09.10.2009 @ 4:26 am