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my nanny has it apparently it hurts really bad I don’t want to have it but it does run in the family it makes your fingers all bent it makes them look weird.

» Posted By ayla On 06.25.2013 @ 7:00 am

it’s in your hands my nanny has it and apparently to her it hurts I don’t want to get it but it is in the family.

» Posted By ayla On 06.25.2013 @ 6:55 am

it’s in your hands and it can be very painful. My nanny has it and she says she doesn’t like it. i don’t want to have it but it runs in the family

» Posted By ayla On 06.24.2013 @ 3:54 pm


carbon. aliens? earthlings? who will know? carbon emissions? perhaps we are breathing ourselves. ew.

» Posted By Ayla On 08.27.2012 @ 1:09 am


The officer was on patrol in the city when a little girl came up to him with nothing but a teddy bear. Her face was streaked with tears and dirt and as soon as she saw him she gripped the officer’s legs tightly. He leaned down and picked her up and put her in the patrol car.

» Posted By Ayla On 07.19.2012 @ 6:09 pm


i don’t even know what auxiliary really is. like, what is it, really? tell me please? then again, i don’t even know a lot. i don’t know A LOT of things. things like why i’m still around. why i’ve got tyler and why i’m so preoccupied in my own mind all the time. i should learn to be more entertaining when i w

» Posted By Ayla On 07.15.2012 @ 3:00 am


I taking out the trash like mom had asked me. I was being a good son, so why does it feel like my life is being torn apart by doing something as simple as emptying the trash? Oh right, maybe its because my mother shredded my artwork and dumped it in the glossy black bag I’m holding now. I’m being a good son though, emptying my future out in the metal bin. Thanks a lot mom.

» Posted By Ayla On 06.04.2012 @ 11:26 am


It’s hard when the rain gets in your eyes. It’s hard to see, hard to focus on anything beyond grey sky and wet. How do I remember what’s beyond rain when I can’t get it off my face? My hair drips, my mind drips, my hair drips. Where is the sunshine, where are the white clouds on blue. Where are the birds, where is the warmth on my face. The rain will subside, I know it – it can’t always be rainy. And when it does subside I know that I will long for the rain again. Because the rain is not so bad. It invigorates me, washes away the dark film of negativity hat accrues on clear days. I know the rain will be good. But for now I just want it out of my eyes.

» Posted By Ayla On 03.30.2012 @ 5:43 pm


Capturing a moment in time.

» Posted By Ayla On 02.05.2012 @ 11:52 am


Remembering the time when things were happy. Remembering the time when things were great. Remember the kiss, remember the soft easiness. Remember the touch, remember the feel. Greatness it is to remember.

» Posted By Ayla On 05.31.2011 @ 12:07 am


man hetzt durch leben. findet weder freude noch spaß. kennt nichts was einem einen Sinn gibt. Zeitdruck. Stress.
wo findet man das ursprüngliche wo findet man den inneren frieden.
in einer welt, die die langsamkeit vergessen hat.

» Posted By Ayla On 03.02.2011 @ 6:57 am


I quivered in the dark room. My eyes were tight. My fingers numbed at the sense of crimson blindness. It was cold. Frozen eyes were vacant in my face and I screamed. Screamed for knowledge. Screamed for comprehension.

» Posted By Ayla On 02.01.2011 @ 5:30 pm

The man entered the dark room with a sense of fear. He knew that he only had thirty seconds. Now 29.
He grasped his fear.
He held onto his wife’s hands.
Well, the ghost of them.

» Posted By Ayla On 02.01.2011 @ 5:25 pm


She was lucky it had been a miss; she was lucky that he hadn’t actually shot her, just aimed a bit too high. maybe it had been to scare her, maybe to warn her, but she wasn’t sure. She was lucky the door was unlocked; she was lucky he was too scared to chase after her. She ran and and ran and ran and ran, with nothing more than luck keeping her from stumbling and falling into the ditches on either side of the road.

» Posted By Ayla On 12.27.2010 @ 6:53 pm


A duck sat down on the small stool. “This stool is made for midgets!” The duck sarcastly said. All of the sudden a flying hot dog on a string flew in the building through the wall and proceeded to whack the duck in the head…”I’M A VEGETARIAN!” the duck then replied to the weiner dog as he turned to look at it. He then got up and walked away :(

» Posted By Ayla On 11.17.2010 @ 3:20 pm

Ducks are mammals from the Animalia Kingdom of Classfication. They have webbed feet and a bill mouth and nose. They are cute and go “quack!” and can swim in the water or walk on land.

» Posted By Ayla On 11.17.2010 @ 3:16 pm


it reminds me of craig when we tried to get into the pav underage and we stood around outside trinity after captain americas and i said i liked it even though id never had it before to seem cool and it shocked people

» Posted By Ayla On 08.09.2010 @ 9:28 am


she was a porn in thier game of evil. she stood their astounded that she herself had been outsmarted. she thought she had been smarter then this and yet she had lost, her life was over.

» Posted By Ayla On 07.04.2010 @ 8:36 am


the soft velet brushed against hair fragile body, as he fell to the ground. it crushed her soul to think that the beautiful boy in velvet was gone.

» Posted By Ayla On 06.26.2010 @ 11:47 am

soft red velvety posh princess pope beautiful colourful vibrant expensive sexy violet purple cool corse silky luxaruy

» Posted By Ayla On 06.26.2010 @ 11:33 am


Klares Wasser umspült meine Füße. Ich höre das Rauschen des Meeres.
Einsam ist es hier. Ich bin allein.
Werde ich je wieder zurück finden?
Will ich je wieder zurück finden?

Ansgespült, wie Treibgut. Leben wie ein Tier.

Das ist es was ich mir gewünscht habe in der schnellen, stressigen Welt der Zivilisation.

Bleiben, bis in alle Ewigkeit!

» Posted By Ayla On 06.25.2010 @ 3:08 am


the tide went out and the little girl sighed. with the waning sea went her childhood dreams and all the innocence she left behind. the rocks dug deep in the soles of her feet but she felt nothing.

» Posted By ayla On 06.22.2010 @ 1:30 pm


Strung up through the clouds, making a pathway through the air. The air pixies use the strings as their pathways, their bridges throughout the sky over the earth and the humans. Strung up throughout the heavens like bridges between worlds.

» Posted By Ayla On 06.09.2010 @ 6:35 pm

Strung like a string in a bunk bed of hate in the center of the universe. Strung around my thumb is the red string, the hair of the dead porcelain doll my mother killed on the day I was born. This is the answer to the universe.

» Posted By Ayla On 06.09.2010 @ 6:11 pm


When I got to the train station I found people dressed in strange clothes. Talking about Muggles and what-not. One boy had a lightning scar. They called the chosen one. “He must be good at football” I thought

» Posted By Ayla On 05.31.2010 @ 5:19 pm


string theory between my cat’s claws; a high kite navigates through clouds and lightening. Thousands of threads on a loom.

» Posted By Ayla On 05.25.2010 @ 6:01 pm


Night time. Summer love. Catching fireflies in jars and watching them twinkle with hope in my eyes. Childhood, don’t we try to hang on as hard as we can? Fireflies must fade…face reality and grow up, they say. But I want to stay, I want to stay a kid.

» Posted By Ayla On 04.30.2010 @ 8:18 pm



Sie lag auf einer Wiese. Um sie herum Gänseblümchen. Sie hatte frei und nutzte den schönen Tag.

der junge Mann, der auf sie zukam war bildhübsch. Gut gebaut, muskulös und ein fein geschnittenes Gesicht.

Sie kamen ins Gespräch. Small talk. Belangloses.

Eine ganze Stunde lang redeten sie.

Dann zückte er ein Foto.

Und ihre Welt erstarrte.

Auf dem Foto ein ihr bekannter Mann.

Ihr Vater.

“Bring ihn um und du wirst weiter leben!”

» Posted By Ayla On 05.13.2009 @ 1:24 am



Seht auf, ihr einfachen Leut! Dort oben steht euer erretter! Auf dem hohen Balkon des dunklen Turms.

Nicht hochnäßig. Nicht einerlei. Er sehet herab auf euch, als einer von euch.

Vom niederen Volk. Von unter uns.
Unser Revolvermann!

» Posted By Ayla On 05.12.2009 @ 1:15 am


a particular thing. makes me think of the pacific ocean also reminds of science at school, i like this word…complicates! people find it hard to say right

» Posted By Ayla On 03.15.2009 @ 6:53 pm

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