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“We don’t have any detergent” cinder said careful not to sound too rude.

» Posted By j On 03.26.2015 @ 6:16 pm


It is in that moment that you know you need help you are a drunk

» Posted By j On 02.24.2015 @ 3:39 pm


i want to go beyond what they think is possible…. i need to exceed their expectations of me because if i dont do that i dont do anything. the goal is to go beyond

» Posted By J On 12.17.2014 @ 8:44 pm


bring me
guide me and hold my hand
to the path sketched in my mind
don’t bring me
i have eyes on the map i’ve sketched
i have feet of my own
i have hands to hold each other
go to the place
the place that i and i myself have sketched routes around
the map’s in my mind
don’t hold my hand
i can find my way just fine

» Posted By j On 11.16.2014 @ 1:02 am


I sought you but couldn’t find you.. I wanted you but you wouldn’t want me back. I tried everything, I gave up my life, career, goals, aspirations, and yet my sacrifice was not appreciated.

I became bitter, hateful and had a negative view of the world.

Until I realized that I needed to be worth seeking…

‘Til it was you who sought me

» Posted By J On 07.22.2014 @ 6:20 am


quilted like a blanket or a life together whether you are alone or with many your experiences are quilted together in a memory of time left for you to be comforted by and warmed underneath. Even those which itch at first you will eventually find comfort in the connectivity of it all.

» Posted By J On 07.18.2014 @ 1:54 pm


She thought she would commission a painting for the empty spot in the family room above the couch. She wandered into an art gallery on 1st Avenue and wrote a blank check. Soon she began to worry. The money disappeared from her account, and she took took a job in shlock art sales, on commission.

» Posted By J On 04.16.2014 @ 11:32 am


The student wrote, ‘withered’…. “the rose withered on the vine.” Cliche shouted the king. Off with your head! The student crossed out the word, ‘withered,’ and wrote ‘blistered’. The king was pleased, and executed the next in line.

» Posted By J On 04.15.2014 @ 12:18 pm


Level with me she said. What other options do you have? The gig is on hold until I know what’s going on. The cows are out and I don’t have anyone to go find them.

» Posted By J On 04.15.2014 @ 9:20 am


It was coming undone at the seams. All the carefully laid plans, all the effort, all the tedious fear. She could see it from far off, rapidly getting closer. The collapse of everything she’d worked for. She didn’t know if she should give in now or keep fighting.

» Posted By j On 04.10.2014 @ 7:30 pm


If it is to be real,
What will come tomorrow?
Oh the horror
Im continuing my walk,
Through the wall
My destination lies
With the ease of a grin
I could retard
I could retreat
But what’s it worth then? A penny?
It kills, reading between the lines
Glaring back at the words in our minds
The ones sporting strange looks from across the street, yes
Conversing with people we love
Nitpicking every inconsistency,
Engulfing ourselves
A distasteful image to behold
The same shit happens
The cycle repeats
Just like dawn and dusk
It compels us
It completes

» Posted By J On 04.03.2014 @ 3:47 am


moving forward. Many governments are not progressive because they don’t try new things. Progress means to move forward in your journey or path. If I make good progress learning English, that means I’ve learned more and do better.

» Posted By J On 02.03.2014 @ 10:00 am


the bell on the counter talked and sent vibes to the burger who laid precariously all naked and roughed up. The hamburger turned over and looked under it’s patty, “who’s that there?” he asked in a slow voice, fading away into an air of digression from the couple who sat a few metres away.

» Posted By J On 01.13.2014 @ 6:46 pm


The abandoned wheelchair sits at the end of the long hallway. A single flickering light shining down upon its once sparkling chrome. Now it sits forgotten and dilapidated. The heart covered in dust and grime still beats a mournful song. She breathes in and is filled with anguish. Her love long since been gone. Rusty, creaking, and broken. The patient still waits. None sense strung together with spiderwebs and paper clips. I leave them. No one looks for them any longer anyways.

» Posted By J On 01.08.2014 @ 1:01 pm


There was something coming up. There was that feeling again, the feeling of long lost control and the void in expression. It almost felt like a tsunami covered in an elusive invisibility cloak from Harry Potter, coming to engulf everyone and their belongings. In this case, it was mine. It was about to take away a part of me once again, as it had always done. There is no way of fighting, for i am too busy fighting to not spill my own beans between my thighs. It is a horrible, horrible secret, and the freezer is nothing but a substantiate object of interest.

» Posted By J On 01.07.2014 @ 7:35 pm


We began in the Irish pub. A haven for expats who want to pass through the fluid of a life and culture foreign to them without rubbing too much upon them. Later that night, as we glided through the ether, Antony would meet the girl he would eventually marry.

» Posted By J On 12.23.2013 @ 8:54 am


It could have derailed then,and now
everything against the future
quietly encouraged
with a sleepless tendency

» Posted By j On 12.19.2013 @ 9:41 am


“Yo, Jesus, we’re pretty far off shore, can’t we row this boat in?”

“I’m walking back to shore, dickheads.”

Jesus throws on his raybans, exits the boat, walks on water, and leaves his followers out at sea.

» Posted By J On 11.17.2013 @ 11:23 pm


Fuck. I’m drowning. Why would you leave that stupid gate open? At night, whithout light.
I guess that’s it. Bye world.

» Posted By j On 10.08.2013 @ 2:39 am


“Well, that’s an impressive piece you’ve got there.”
“Why yes, I’d say it’s the highlight of all of them tonight.”
“I love the free booze and sausages. These things are a blast.”
“Sorry, do I know you?”

» Posted By J On 10.06.2013 @ 12:46 am


There’s no central heating in my house? THANKS A LOT, OBAMA!

» Posted By J On 06.25.2013 @ 6:56 pm


Cracking your knuckles can lead to tendonitis, but arthritis isn’t real, so don’t worry about that.

» Posted By J On 06.24.2013 @ 5:32 pm


Yo, that clown is all tall and stuff but his arms short. He is no real giant clown.
Yes, let’s take the aluminum rounders bat, give his gonads a poudning.
He shall topple, and I shall take his oversize shoes.

» Posted By J On 06.24.2013 @ 2:59 am






» Posted By J On 06.23.2013 @ 1:33 am


Hey, HEY GUYS, wouldn’t it be funny if somebody took this word and didn’t finish their

» Posted By J On 06.21.2013 @ 10:58 pm


Chad set the christmas tree on fire. He said he was trying to do it the traditional German way. Fucking asshole. If I wanted Kraut influence on the tree I could have covered it in Schnitzel.

» Posted By J On 06.20.2013 @ 10:17 pm


When you are walking along, there is that great feeling of just falling (before you hit the ground), you get the image of slowly turning through space and it feels like you are going to bounce, although that doesn’t happen

» Posted By J On 06.19.2013 @ 8:53 am

Weed, tumbleweed. How long has it been since I last listened to your songs? During a time when my soul was in the abyss of it all. Still a long ago.

» Posted By J On 06.19.2013 @ 1:34 am


Life is like a collage of pieces. You build it up bit by bit and soon the layers start to overlap. Some faces get pasted over and others appear again and again. Colours, experiences, memories all collected together with the glue of time and slowly sprawling outwards…Only we don’t know where the canvas ends…

» Posted By J On 06.06.2013 @ 8:18 am


I catapulted forward with the head of the sun rising up my neck. It couldn’t be done they said. It shouldn’t be done ever but I went forward without a second thought. What was I doing? Was this madness? I couldn’t decide. I looked him in the eye. My heart kept beating. I said it. Oh crap.

» Posted By J On 05.20.2013 @ 11:44 pm

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