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I’ve come from a new station. A place I’ve never been and will always be. An artist, a pauper, a queen in the sea. Stations change in live but creativity makes it what you need.

» Posted By Kristen On 06.14.2011 @ 10:31 pm

When I left you last we kissed in the hot muggy air between the metronorth landings. I knew that I wouldn’t be seeing you again. When your picture happens into my hand i imagine what it feels like to stroke your beard and stare into those beautiful blue eyes once more. I miss you.

» Posted By Kristen On 06.14.2011 @ 10:28 pm

The train station is a strange place. As I sit there strangers pass me by and avoid eyes. A man at the cab stand starts polite conversation. He walks away and begins again, “Where are you from?”
“Long Island”

» Posted By Kristen On 06.14.2011 @ 10:19 pm


I want to be a teacher when I get to be an adult. It has always been my dream. My entire family consists of teachers. I hope to one day become a high school english teacher and make a difference in the lives of my students.

» Posted By Kristen On 06.09.2011 @ 2:45 pm


forgetting is my life. forgetting my keys, forgetting my tasks, forgetting what i’m supposed to do. forgetting is getting easier too as i find that i’m pregnant. my memory slips way too quickly in this new adventure and i’m hoping that it doesn’t increase exponentially.

» Posted By kristen On 06.07.2011 @ 7:42 pm


When I was in grade school I loved buying a new backpack and one time I accidently put notebooks in it at the store and forgot to take them out and pay. I had a hunchback of notre dame bag in grade three with matching shoes and I loved it. Also had a visor.

» Posted By Kristen On 06.01.2011 @ 1:27 pm


This is about the opposite of what I’m feeling.. and I was in a good mood so I don’t really wanna write about despair. But I think about death. OR parents sitting next to their 7 yr old little girl who is dying of cancer as they shout out prayers to God hoping to do anything to bargin with him to spare her life. Their shouts are cries of despair. But from despair comes hope too.. at some point.

» Posted By Kristen On 05.28.2011 @ 9:47 pm


salty, brown and crunchy. sitting pretzel style sometimes make your legs fall asleep. it is easy to sit this way while on the floor and around a fire with good friends. Gluten free preztels have a better crunch than regular ones, yet they include less salt.

» Posted By Kristen On 05.22.2011 @ 7:09 pm

i like soft pretzels however i hate salty and crunchy pretzels. makes me think of the mall or maybe a fair of some sort. i dont like the spicy cheese that comes with some of the pretzels. i have to be in the mood for a pretzel. or for anything salty.

» Posted By Kristen On 05.22.2011 @ 1:11 pm


A man must steal to save his life. If he doesn’t steal, he will die, but as he’s stealing the people he loves die. He must choose between selfishness, and selflessness. He is torn between living a life of crime, and saving his family.

» Posted By Kristen On 05.23.2011 @ 7:46 pm


i feel tempted to watch glee right now its on but im sitting here doing this i dont really know why to but whhatever my sister is blowing on her nails sittting on a medicine bsll im tepted to kick her off right now i donkt know mybe i will

» Posted By kristen On 05.17.2011 @ 5:13 pm


i love the woods and the entirety and wholeness of nature and I really want to go swimming. I want to feel sand in my toes and swim as far out into the ocean as possible. Sleeping on the beach with the ocean as my blanket and the stars hanging above me. i don’t want a tent, I want a canopy of trees. I want.

» Posted By kristen On 05.05.2011 @ 9:23 am


I don’t know where we would be without them, our ancestors? No, maybe not… But I guess most of us think of them as that. But where would we be without them? Think about it, you might realize more about human nature than you thought you would. I did. Think about it.

» Posted By Kristen On 05.03.2011 @ 11:19 pm

I guess this makes me think of my brother George and how he used to have this weird fascination with dinosaurs, and how once when he and Carly went to a museum in Germany, I think, they sat at a little table for hours drawing with crayons that a staff member brought them, and Carly showed me a picture of it one time, and I got really jealous of both of them because I was either too young to go, or I wasn’t born yet.

» Posted By Kristen On 05.03.2011 @ 11:14 pm


bam. bright light. feeling pretty psyched. is it a neon sign lighting up in front of a store? or is it someone’s extremely colorful t-shirt? whatever it is, its amazing. its bold, its daring, its amazing. people are staring. its everything you wanted to be.

» Posted By Kristen On 05.01.2011 @ 6:01 pm


The trailer was old and rickety, it looked abandoned. I wasn’t sure that I should even go near it. It just felt empty, but I couldn’t believe that the only thing i found out here was empty. I needed help, more importantly Anna needed help. She wasn’t doing very well.

» Posted By Kristen On 04.28.2011 @ 6:24 am


I walked into the empty bar, confused. All the customers had fled. Why? My eyes turned to the wall of alchohol. Nothing. Not only was this bar empty, but there was nothing to satisfy its costumers.

» Posted By Kristen On 04.24.2011 @ 11:23 pm


“Taylor Swift’s version of capitol punishment.” – Kristen

» Posted By Kristen On 04.18.2011 @ 5:09 pm


Whiskey. The drink of the alcoholic. Never had it, never will. At least, I hope so. See, when I was just a kid, my dad used to bring home bucket loads of the stuff. It was never a pleaseant experience the following day, spending all of my time tending to him. Jeez, who would have thought that an innocent drink could do such damage to a Persian rug? Although, I suppose that isn’t fair. Whiskey isn’t innocent. It’s far from it, one of the strongest drinks I can think of. I can only wonder what the guy who made it was thinking.

» Posted By Kristen On 04.17.2011 @ 7:50 pm


There was a time once when I believed I was obsolete. That was before I met. She was the one that changed my life. She was the one who showed me what there was to life. Because of her I am alive. Because of her I am not obsolete.

» Posted By Kristen On 04.12.2011 @ 11:20 am


Integrity is not a word you hear much. Why? Because… it’s not really something that is seen much. I wouldn’t really know how to begin to write about integrity given the small amount of time I have been given.

» Posted By Kristen On 04.08.2011 @ 2:40 pm


The galaxy. a giant star-filled puddle. Just a puddle in a wet land that, sprinkled with rain drops, has billions of potholes that are puddles, that are galaxies. We’re just a raindrop in one puddle of the remnants of a massive thunderstorm.

» Posted By Kristen On 04.02.2011 @ 3:37 pm


some people have a huge ego, and it takes them down, when people have big egos i’m more likely to not like them at all. Concieded people frustrate me and i feel as if i owe them nothing! They get on everyone’s nerves and in reality they are the only ones who think they are cool, everyone else is just annoyed.! Soo Yeah, ego’s are annoying. if they’re too big, haha, thats what she said.

» Posted By Kristen On 04.02.2011 @ 7:54 am


digital image is bullshit it is a stupid thing i must do. Just one of the many things which makes me hate graphic design and want to fuck posters and stickers and go live in the jungle. with the trees and the frogs, huge cats. Puma.

» Posted By Kristen On 03.28.2011 @ 8:51 pm

Our era has gotten so ridiculously digital its almost unbearable. there’s so many things digitized that never were when we were young. a lot of that shit causes problems in relationships…not just boyfriend girlfriend stuff but friendships too. even my relationship with myself is different bc of all of the bullshit that i see read hear and watch in the “digital world” and there is no escaping it. its kind of fucked up.

» Posted By Kristen On 03.28.2011 @ 6:13 pm


I’m not even sure how it happened. It’s just like, one day I was on my own, doing my own thing and the next thing I knew she was everything that I thought about. She was it for me. I thought about her in everything I did. Would she approve? What would she be thinking if she saw me like this? Would she hate me? WOuld she want to be like me? man, that last one is what I thought of the most. It was the scariest thing i could have asked. WOuld she want to be like me? Man, I hope she would never turn into me. I mean, I’m bad news. Everybody knows that. But she, she never thought that about me. To her I was Superman, never doing anything wrong, always saying the right words, always the prince I promised I would be. She never caught on to my double life. Who I was in the real world. She was so far woven into her own fantasy world, the one that I just couldn’t get myself to come out of, that I never told her. And nobody else bothered to tell her either. She was just that innocent. Nobody wanted to break her. Especially me.

» Posted By Kristen On 03.24.2011 @ 9:41 pm


He was gone. There was no other way to say it. She did however, know he would return. She did after all, have his keys.

» Posted By kristen On 03.24.2011 @ 9:12 am


i never wanted to be the person who said those things.
i never wanted to be the person who did those things.
i never wanted to be anyone but the best and the person that you deserved
i wanted to be your everything
but sometimes life doesn’t care what you WANTED
and that sucks

» Posted By Kristen On 03.18.2011 @ 8:46 pm


There were balls flying as we tried to swing our arms in the proper form. The coaches yelling spurred our wrists to snap and our feet to move. One-twothree. One-twothree. The volleyballs hit the ground like we did when we dived to save them from a spike.

» Posted By Kristen On 03.17.2011 @ 9:27 pm


i went wandering one day down a path strewn with dead flowers and leaves. It felt as if the earth had surrounded me and had left a dampness in the air that was without wanting. As I looked in front of me it was a path that seemed to go on forever/

» Posted By Kristen On 03.14.2011 @ 4:12 pm

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