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» Posted By clay On 03.15.2013 @ 9:19 pm
ive never really thought about actually thinking. its one of those things everybody takes for granted, but its one of the things that sets us apart from everybody else. we all think differently. we all simply take it for granted and literally don’t THINK about THINKING. it’s a ridiculous situation we live in, where creativity and thought are afterthoughts.
» Posted By Clay On 02.06.2013 @ 5:58 am
You’re a dysfunctional fool who kills babies because you think it’s funny. You shot your mother because you’re dysfunctional and you have bad hair because of it.
» Posted By Clay On 09.12.2012 @ 7:16 pm
Whether reminds me of weather, but thats besides the point. It’s like having to choose between things but not. I don’t know anymore, I just got kinda lost right now.
» Posted By Clay On 09.05.2012 @ 11:33 am
Sustain is the environment about stuff. Like sustainability of ecosystems. For example, whether or not a lake can keep an optimal amount of fish.
» Posted By Clay On 09.05.2012 @ 11:04 am
I wrestled the Keen brothers both in high school. The both cleaned my clock. Brian and Jason were their names. Both of them were other than me and I did not stand a chance against wither one of them. Man-o-man!
» Posted By Clay On 06.18.2012 @ 1:30 pm
What is this all about?! I have 60 seconds to write about the word framework! Well that is sort of a lame word. It makes me think about constructions and the bones of a house. Now I am wondering what will happen at the end of my time!?
» Posted By Clay On 06.17.2012 @ 5:35 pm
Take me away, I want to leave this place. This is not my home, this is your world. Lift me by my ears and let me soar. I will be home then, I will be free. Let me be.
» Posted By Clay On 08.21.2011 @ 9:40 am
deer, as in animal, do a horns things. well once my brother was hunting and he was in car just sitting. and a deer totally rammed into the side, and the deer died. i know. it is so sad. i love animals, and deers are okay… not as good as koala bears.
» Posted By clay On 08.18.2011 @ 11:37 am
wow, i have know idea what my purpose is and i want to believe in God but i feel like im notbelieving enought or just am not believeing because all the evidence other wise and it it sucha strange concept. damn
» Posted By clay On 08.02.2011 @ 1:05 am
Cared about. Cherished. Held close to the heart.
Means a little more than “loved,” it’s BEloved.
» Posted By Clay On 06.13.2011 @ 7:25 am
corner…where do i begin, corner could mean a number of things, as we go through the perils of life, we could see corners of the world unseen by the human eye, life is amazing…corner!
» Posted By clay On 06.08.2011 @ 6:33 pm
It was locked.
Slow day today, so this’ll have to do.
» Posted By Clay On 04.28.2011 @ 1:29 pm
The trailer was, as I expected, empty save for a small object in the corner hidden behind a cardboard box. I walked up to it. Picked it up. It was beautiful. I wasted two goddamned years before I realized how beautiful it really was.
» Posted By Clay On 04.27.2011 @ 11:27 am
Inspector Gadget, if I recall, was my hero. Little did I know what an idiot he really was; he never seemed to use his stuff correctly. It’s as though they didn’t install a better brain for the guy.
I know now that that’s not the case. The guys make you smarter. They have to.
» Posted By Clay On 04.21.2011 @ 9:55 am
She poured it on the mattress. She poured it on the sink. She poured it on the tile floor he made her buy because he was broke again. She splashed it on the walls. She splashed it everywhere. She was done; she lit a cigarette.
» Posted By Clay On 04.15.2011 @ 4:21 pm
Severe head trauma. That’s what it said on the report. I shook my head, squinted, turned the paper upside down. Nothing worked. It still said “Severe head trauma.” It wasn’t possible.
My boy’s a genius.
» Posted By Clay On 04.13.2011 @ 2:22 pm
I am gone. I am no more. Once I served my country as well as the next. I had a simple task, widely used. Now I sit and watch the others. Now I wait for someone to make a call. But they pick up their boxes and talk to them. No more dialing. No more hellos.
» Posted By Clay On 04.12.2011 @ 7:20 pm
I was angry. I needed to do this. He didn’t deserve that and I felt bad, but that couldn’t stop me. It wouldn’t. I needed to do this. For my sake and for his. I raised the pistol. I fired. He fell. He was saved. I was damned. All was well.
» Posted By Clay On 04.08.2011 @ 12:10 am
I sing into a microphone in sunday mornings. I call it a mic. I use it to mic guitars and instruments. Metal. Cold. Needs a wire. Sometimes wireless. Small, big. Condenser, pencis, diaphram, ribbon
» Posted By Clay On 02.13.2011 @ 3:23 pm
Endless? Again? What am I not allowed to go on this website twice? Is this only a once-a-day exorcise for me then? no double dipping in this festivity.
» Posted By Clay On 01.20.2011 @ 4:57 pm
the love i have for my girlfriend. Never ending. Like infinity. Any time I think of infinity, I just think of that one scene from that book, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
» Posted By Clay On 01.20.2011 @ 4:55 pm
this is retarded. i am having the worst day i can remember. my friends are stupid assholes, and im one too. i cant get over it, and i hate myself. i think its all because im out of my
» Posted By clay On 07.16.2010 @ 1:18 pm
Summer, a time for sunshine, carefree youthfulness, and a sense of freedom. Summer solstice, a time where the day and night are at odds, more sun than moon, and more play than lay.
» Posted By Clay On 12.23.2008 @ 10:30 am
seriously mellow, almost dark
» Posted By clay On 07.17.2008 @ 6:44 am
He punched the comma key, just like he was told.
Paul Francis’s life would never be the same.
It started with a phone call from his friend, Larry. Paul thought Larry was ordinary. Now, as a stream of information poured from the screen in front of him, Paul was having second thoughts.
» Posted By Clay On 09.24.2009 @ 3:52 pm
I woke up. Jane was gone. No letter. No trace of her but her clothes on the floor. I looked around. A small thing to do; it’s a small apartment.
Found something, too.
» Posted By Clay On 09.22.2009 @ 10:49 am
Jamie just wouldn’t shut up. Jabber jabber jabber.
It was hard to concentrate, you can understand. I had to do something. Bob was talking my ear off, about something that would save my life, and Jamie just wouldn’t shut the hell up. So I killed her.
» Posted By Clay On 09.20.2009 @ 6:09 pm
Tim put the book down. It was boring, and he was tired of reading it. He stood up, wiped the sweat of his face with a large, meaty hand, and lumbered to the AC control.
There was a knock at the door.
Both were hard.
Tim’s blood ran cold.
» Posted By Clay On 09.15.2009 @ 6:24 pm
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It was a fine day in the forest. Jim ripped his axe from the oak stump. Scraped the bits of sap and blood off the blade with his pocket knife. More campers. Needed taking care of.
» Posted By Clay On 09.13.2009 @ 8:10 pm