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I drank for a barrel and I got drunk. It is something that hold liquid normally. You can use half of one for a flower pot.

» Posted By Britta On 01.01.2013 @ 12:26 pm


Juli bedeutet Sommer. Am Strand liegen und statt drinnen
und draußen zu frieren, barfuß die Nacht im Freien durchtanzen. Das
Lebensgefühl ist ein ganz anderes als im Winter, die Gute Laune
beginnt sofort mit dem ersten Sonnenstrahl des Tages.

» Posted By Britta On 12.08.2012 @ 8:44 am


this again. predictability and form. the way it stops abruptly, just when you seem to be having a good time and he seems to notice you a bit more than last time. Its cool around the edges. The wind blows through like the window is open.

» Posted By Britta On 11.23.2012 @ 7:27 pm

there are edges a river wont cross. time that stops at places without curves and signs and something supple. I cannot explain the hold, the empty basket, the window-less room.

» Posted By Britta On 11.23.2012 @ 7:15 pm


it is horrible the way one feels when everything seems to fall apart. you feel empty. lost. what can be done to fix everything? it’s that type of moment when things go dark. when you disappear.

» Posted By Britta On 06.04.2012 @ 7:33 pm


Ted was an architecture professor in How I Met Your Mother. I fucking love that show! And Marshall and Lily had their baby oh my god! BARNEY AND ROBIN GET MARRIED.

» Posted By Britta On 05.30.2012 @ 12:15 am


in my veins
in the trees
in the food that we eat
it can consume you even when you’re not looking
it can seep out of you even if you don’t intend it to
release it when you breath
release it when you cry
release it and be free of the toxic waste that accumulates inside

» Posted By britta On 08.21.2011 @ 12:11 pm


ground, that’s found. not falling but running
the level of the levee is dammed to destruction. bam!

» Posted By britta On 08.03.2011 @ 4:04 pm


Wade in the water, on a nice humid day. A nice breeze comes by, you feel great.
Its summer time, no school just relaxing and having fun with your friends. Wade in the smell of the ocean.

» Posted By Britta On 06.29.2011 @ 12:01 pm

Wade from KIm Possible, the awesome computer guy who helps them on their secret missions against Sheego and Count Drakula? I think thats the name but hey I have no idea. Call me beep me if you wanna reach me KIM POSSIBLE.

» Posted By Britta On 06.29.2011 @ 11:55 am


Beauty, submerged into a vast unknown. Craving for everything that moves. Finding the masculinity in those unbeknownst to you before, craving for the touch. Feeling the animalistic intent. Holding tight and letting the bodies talk/sing together as sweat drips from the entire surface of the room. Heat, passion, screams one didn’t know they could muster escapes from a place deep down.

» Posted By britta On 06.27.2011 @ 3:30 pm


we have had history for as long as i can remember. when i first met you, it was nearly impossible for me to look away, and i know you felt the same by the way you were staring at me. it was crazy how fast we had been attracted to eachother, it was almost like love at first sight. But now, because of everything we have been through, we no longer feel the same way.

» Posted By Britta On 06.23.2011 @ 2:34 pm


There were fifteen people total crammed into 3 small cells. It smelled like mildew and the walls dripped with brownish water.

» Posted By Britta On 06.21.2011 @ 12:14 pm


temper reminds me of the tempest. ive never actually read the tempest. or seen it performed. i have a pretty even temper. i enjoy even tempered people. a temper is something that everyone has but many deny that they have a short one. mine is pretty tall. i named him andrew becasue andrew is a tall name for a male temper. my brothers temper is named drew because it’s like andrew except short. people are more even tempered the older they get. but sometimes people go backwards with time.

» Posted By britta On 12.12.2010 @ 1:11 pm


there are as many things to dislike as there are to like, just as there are so many things of shade to white, as pretty to ugly.

» Posted By Britta On 04.30.2009 @ 3:29 pm


mental about the way
your fingers trace my face
in the most delicate of manners…
and somehow always manage to

» Posted By Britta On 02.20.2009 @ 10:06 pm


the raw power and feelings of anything can drive a man (or woman) wild. ever feel the raw power of fear? that could cause any person to react in such a way that would be so new and primal for them. and then their’s the raw power of love. love can make poeple go crazy.

» Posted By Britta On 04.24.2008 @ 10:23 am


While sitting at a desk, one can do so much. Nowadays the world is moving at a pace so fast, you have to be sitting to stay in touch. Sitting could be your best friend and your worst nightmare. It could take the pressure off your feet, but leave you with minutes of wasted time on the internet.

» Posted By Britta On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


She walked down the lane slowly, darkness came in. Vive was frightened. She didn’t know what she was doing but she couldn’t help herself. She had to go see Dane. The lane was cold, filled with rubble, and debris. She had no idea what she was doing here. Dane didn’t want to see her, he practically hated her. Vive wanted to leave. She wanted to leave and never come back to this accursed lane outside of Dane’s apartments ever again.

» Posted By Britta On 11.16.2009 @ 6:28 pm


purple and beautiful, the smell could fill the room with sweet lavender, orchids look beautiful sitting in the room, it gives the emptyness a nice feel.

» Posted By britta On 10.07.2009 @ 3:09 pm


the bunny wasnt happy with the way the carrots sprouted that year. In fact, the carrots looked more like turnips than the orange juicy succulent cylinders the bunny remembered. What I will have to do thought the bunny, is sneak into the grocery store and steal some imported carrots from far away lands if I am to survive the winter. the bunny hatched a plan. On daturday when the farmer went into town, he would hitch a ride in the back of the truck all snug and warm under the blankets that weree stowed in the back. The farmer wouldnt notice the bunny and even if he did, he would simply swoosh him away with the back of his hand.

» Posted By britta On 03.29.2010 @ 12:44 pm

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