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I like investing my money in property. I don’t have money to invest. I hate investing money.
» Posted By Alex On 03.12.2019 @ 3:00 pm
although it forces me to my end.
die, die, die.
the syndrome chants.
die, die, die.
over and over
it will never leave.
and i will never leave it.
lives. it exists.
» Posted By alex On 01.03.2019 @ 8:09 pm
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» Posted By alex On 11.01.2018 @ 7:30 am
it’s always the same string every time coming out of your mouth, you are so stern about having no cavities, but just like that you are letting me sink in.
» Posted By Alex On 06.05.2018 @ 6:07 pm
when some one wants something or someone of theirs.
when someone they like talks to another person.
» Posted By alex On 05.14.2018 @ 9:20 am
» Posted By Alex On 09.14.2017 @ 10:02 am
can be shirts or pants
» Posted By alex On 09.06.2017 @ 11:31 am
Studying. If I could go back and talk to my younger self, I would definitely tell myself to actually spend time on studying. It sucks, sure, but in the long run it will pay off in a way much better than the time invested originally. I had my chance at higher education and ended up with a degree that I didn’t want, because I was lazy.
» Posted By Alex On 03.12.2017 @ 7:42 pm
The little girl sat in the temple, feeling lost and anxious. Sittting across her, with his arms crossed and a smile spread across his face was Buddha. The statue made of jade and marble slowly moved, helping the girl stand up. He said to her, “my friend, peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.”
» Posted By Alex On 03.09.2017 @ 8:30 pm
We’ve all been tricked. You more than me. I saw through the bullshit, the haze of patriotism to the malice beneath. You are all imbeciles, he the most of all. And we will all fall down into hell because you were stupid enough to fall for this trick of the ages.
» Posted By Alex On 02.02.2017 @ 10:37 am
A tradition can hold families together. They can be helpful. They can be hurtful. They can be about nice, sweet things or about outdated cruel things. They can be fun and bring families together, like holidays. Or they can be mean things that shouldn’t be around anymore.
» Posted By Alex On 01.03.2017 @ 6:07 pm
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» Posted By Alex On 12.07.2016 @ 8:56 am
stand by my side. have you ever been more free? now here they have to kick the can and never look. would you? i believe you are same
» Posted By alex On 11.14.2016 @ 6:56 am
I remembered the first time I saw her. We were both on the train by ourselves awaiting our stop. I wished to walk up to her and speak but I couldn’t do it. I was too afraid. But she wasn’t. She ended up sitting right beside me to speak about the book I had in my lap.
» Posted By Alex On 10.30.2016 @ 6:35 pm
I got locked at home. Then my mom came and unlocked the door for me. Finally I went to the store and the suddenly I got locked again. Then when I went home I got Locked. And then I got locked
» Posted By alex On 08.16.2016 @ 12:32 pm
Domestic. It makes me feel about how domesticated people are in modern society, and how unnatural everything seems. Like Paul Simon wrote in sounds of silence, people talk without speaking, hear without listening. Everyone and everything feels fake. Though, it makes the few moments of true natural humanity in between all the sweeter.
» Posted By Alex On 05.09.2016 @ 4:09 am
wind and wind on, the reel shines in the dull attic light. she pulls at the film, gripping her claws in playtime, kicking her feet at the new toy, rolling in dust and lost in the made up game .
» Posted By Alex On 04.18.2016 @ 10:38 pm
blank page. staring. waiting. not coming. the lines takes a waves crest, running over her vision like a slow-building tsunami, swamping her brain before the real test of survival in the flooded lands of academic nonsense.
» Posted By Alex On 04.14.2016 @ 10:35 pm
I love twists. Chocolate twists. Any type of twist is delicious. Unless it has spinach in it. Twists are so yummy and tasty. Buy them from the bakery. Go. Buy one. Go
» Posted By Alex On 04.05.2016 @ 7:04 pm
I am done. I am done of becoming what everyone thinks I am. I am done of making others whole while I am miserably empty. I am done of failing; of being a nuisance and perhaps a terrible mistake. I am done of crying and hurting while others are happy and living. I just can’t do it anymore. I’m just… done.
» Posted By Alex On 01.03.2016 @ 4:55 am
A sliver is a broken piece of glass. Shivering, glistening, sharp. If I prick my finger I hurt myself. Ouch.
» Posted By Alex On 12.21.2015 @ 4:56 am
Stuck in bed, held captive by sleepiness I decided to pull a sickie. To convince myself that I could lie to my line manager I had to convince my self to feel sick. It worked. So I’m still stuck in bed actually feeling sick.
» Posted By Alex On 10.19.2015 @ 6:31 am
lost, at the bottom of a well. But where was the opening that led him there? had he fallen down? had he tripped and hit his head to end up in such a confining place? He could not remember doing so… in fact, he could not remember much, but climbing up.
» Posted By Alex On 10.18.2015 @ 9:03 pm
Seriousness is a serious problem. Far too many people today are taking themselves and others far too seriously.
It all starts when a person forgets that we are all sub aquatic monkeys competing for our place on a floating space rock.
» Posted By Alex On 09.09.2015 @ 11:09 pm
Pain. The driver of suffering, pain. The cracks within oneself that refuse to be sealed, over and over, trying, straining to stay intact, not to crumble. And then losing the trust of the people who don’t want their glass to shatter in their hands.
» Posted By Alex On 08.24.2015 @ 5:12 pm
» Posted By Alex On 08.14.2015 @ 9:37 pm
Will I ever know
What caused it
No signs, no warnings
» Posted By Alex On 08.14.2015 @ 9:36 pm
I can’t stay. But I must. I have to see, one more time, whether its right or not. I have to know, before the time is up. Are you?
» Posted By Alex On 07.14.2015 @ 6:53 am
it’s time when i drunk and spent a lot of time on funny bullshit. yeah.
» Posted By Alex On 07.09.2015 @ 7:07 am
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That was enough. I refused to be treated like that anymore and I got out. As fast as I could. Nothing would stop me, not even him and our memories. Enough is enough.
» Posted By Alex On 05.25.2015 @ 12:38 pm