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I love chocolate so much. Well not that much but it is pretty good. It’s supposed to be good for girls on their periods. I don’t really have anything else to say about chocolate. Its good on ice cream or as fudge. Mmmm fudge. I want to make more peanut butter fudge.

» Posted By Mike On 02.15.2011 @ 8:02 pm


Its a bright day outside and the boys playing in the field can see the fragrance on the air, wafts of seeds from flowers and nearby trees floating on the breeze as they dance and play.

» Posted By Mike On 02.08.2011 @ 7:03 pm


Anxiety filled me as the time approached for the alarm to end my restless slumber and begin another day. A day of something, anything other than what I thought it might be.

» Posted By Mike On 02.08.2011 @ 4:49 am

I wake up in the morning. it shouts at me. i really hate it. like really really hate it. its so conformist. every day. at the same time to this stupid annoying buzzer. I really wish you would go fuck off. I have my own dreams and let them be. It is a pretty cool thing right. Now leave me alone alarm

» Posted By Mike On 02.07.2011 @ 9:32 pm

the day started and i wanted to kick someone’s ass because hearing that goddamn alarm clock made me realized the day was about to start. my dream was amazing and this inanimate unloving object thrust me from my sleep.

» Posted By Mike On 02.07.2011 @ 2:24 pm


round therapy, expensive, confusing, killers when mixed, the new high, the odorless preferred drug of choice for kids these days, scary addicting for some, crutch for others, necessary?

» Posted By Mike On 02.06.2011 @ 9:55 pm


i will never forget sitting out hurricane Charlie in a dark room because it was the safest place to protect yourself from a hurricane. We are in there for about three hours with a candle and a battery operated radio. The best thing is that we did feel safe there and the hurricane passed us by.

» Posted By mike On 02.02.2011 @ 5:43 pm


Count the many colors are in the jelly jar. Be Right for prize. The Jelly Jar.

» Posted By Mike On 02.01.2011 @ 9:18 am


What to write about print? Eh… Hard to pinpoint an exact thing to say about the word print except that its very obscurity is making this both an interesting piece to write about while simultaneously vexing me terribly.

» Posted By Mike On 01.30.2011 @ 7:41 pm


Reports. Yeah… I’ve got nothing today. 金曜日だよ!

» Posted By Mike On 01.28.2011 @ 4:01 am


Holmes was sure that the riddle had been solved. But he was too late to save Watson.

Years later – when he sat at the table with Elizabeth – he cried.

That was the day he received the text message from Watson’s brother.

» Posted By Mike On 01.24.2011 @ 9:18 am


Can’t Begin.

Can’t Fathom.

Can’t See.

Can’t Stop.

» Posted By Mike On 01.20.2011 @ 1:02 pm


there was a spider on the door. I smashed it and lots of little spiders ran all over the place. the chidleren screamed and ran away as I tried to round up the spider heard.

» Posted By Mike On 01.20.2011 @ 8:38 am


I keep all the recipes in a box, locked up above the sink, next to the liquor cabinet. Most of them are the same. For casseroles, dinners, cakes and cookies. But one is locked up especially. One is special.

» Posted By Mike On 01.18.2011 @ 8:28 pm


Sports are the practice realm of politics. They are a civil way to introduce somebody who would not otherwise be truly interested in argument and discussion, to find a common interest in something, and then argue about it. For many people, it is the entry way into the public forum. I love sports.

» Posted By Mike On 01.18.2011 @ 9:26 am


It isnt anything to want to venture down, however, at first glance it appears to something to avoid.

» Posted By Mike On 01.16.2011 @ 6:48 pm


edition. New edition. Magazine. Waiting for it to drop onto the door mat. What news will it bring. Palpable anticipation. Imagining what will be said. Always disappointed. Its never as good as you can build it up in your mind to be.

» Posted By Mike On 01.16.2011 @ 5:13 am


Who else could make this happen, who else would want it to? To suffice the anguish of her life, she ran away. Everyone else that was important left, I would too. So she ran away to protect her heart, to make it so it wouldn’t be difficult for us, and we wouldn’t resent each other.

» Posted By Mike On 01.15.2011 @ 5:14 am


i lie till dozens play dirty circles round my pillow. i never used to talk like this. the swears i mean now, life it seems, like my language is vulgar pulp around the edges of waking i dream walk like i never knew i could.

» Posted By Mike On 01.12.2011 @ 9:27 pm


Blotches. Imperfections. Mars. These are things that pester us constantly. If our shirt has a stain on it, visible probably only to us, we still refuse to wear it. Same with life really. I don’t care for minor details in my life that only I know about. I still want a new one.

» Posted By Mike On 01.12.2011 @ 7:57 am


Support, one of those words with so many meanings. But right now it makes me think of my friends. And how you have to have their back, and keep them going, even when they’re wrong. Because that’s love, and that’s what friends are for.

» Posted By Mike On 01.10.2011 @ 5:06 am


I saw that the tree had split in half during the storm.

» Posted By Mike On 12.30.2010 @ 1:07 pm


It’s old and worn but it can be cleaned up and shine again. It implies that it’s useful simply because it’s lasted and still around – maybe the person has just lost interest in it? I think of an object but maybe it can be an idea, a thought or a concept that needs to be revitalized and used again under current circumstances/times.

» Posted By Mike On 12.28.2010 @ 5:32 pm


I feel lucky
lucky for life. lucky for love. but is it luck? is it some cosmic fate we have labelled luck that is the cause of my success? or is luck just imagined by those who are jealous of the success of others and a way for them to dismiss the sycces of others by saying ” they just got lucky”

» Posted By Mike On 12.28.2010 @ 2:37 am


Altars are terrifying things to think about. Altar’s are where we place offerings for sacrifice. I may be incorrect but the first reference to an altar in the bible is the altar where Abraham placed Issac.

» Posted By Mike On 12.24.2010 @ 6:48 pm


to alter is to change course.. in our lives, in our attitudes, in our goals..
our ability to alter is exceeded only by our ability to desire and to strive…
alterations are the result of the altering process….
how rarely do we think of our current life as an “alteration” of what we originally set out to do?

» Posted By mike On 12.24.2010 @ 10:22 am

Having a daughter… after raising 3 sons really alters perspective on life and love. So many differences and so many similarities. Love the differences.

» Posted By Mike On 12.24.2010 @ 7:38 am

I didn’t want to go. It was late and the rain poured into the gutters like a deluge of quicksand. I could alter my schedule but that would fuck everything up. I decided to call John and get him to telep

» Posted By Mike On 12.23.2010 @ 12:44 pm


Paper clips are metal and round and mostly silver in my office. Some people are creative when holding papers together and get colored or plastic ones. As a child, I would make a necklace or just loop them as many as I could.

» Posted By Mike On 12.22.2010 @ 4:11 pm

They hold paper together, but when they aren’t performing their main task, they make a great toy to pass time at the office. You can twirl them, twist them, and bend them. And you can make them into a spring that will launch high into the air and scare the crap out of the coworkers sitting in the cubicles around you.

» Posted By Mike On 12.22.2010 @ 12:40 pm

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