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conspiracy

Mitä ne ajattelevat? Katsovat nenän varttaan pitkin, tuokin hieno neiti pitkässä takissaan. Varmasti ajattelee: hamppi, joka yrittää olla jotakin. Kaupan kassaneiti hymyilee, ei varmasti usko että olen normaali. Luulee, että kaljaa taskut täynnä. En ole niinkuin ne, niinkuin nuo jotka tuossa ulkona maleksivat. Olen ihminen, täynnä toiveita, mutta taskut täynnä kaljaakin ehkä.

» Posted By Emmi On 05.13.2019 @ 10:01 am

recycle

It was worth wondering about whether you could recycle a heart. He always thought about it as his eyes clouded over with tears or when something was strangling him with an iron fist around his heart… but then as he cried, he realized that a broken heart is just a broken, un-recyclable heart.

» Posted By Emmi On 03.12.2012 @ 9:47 am

liberty

imperialism keeps appearing in all of my classes. history, literature, and even french.
its about how european colonies took over sections of africa without regard for their own culture and conflicts. nationalism grew. people fought wars.

school is tedious.

» Posted By emmi On 01.19.2012 @ 9:36 pm

answers

We’re all seeking answers. Answers to questions in regards to everything about life. Sometimes they are simple, and others, difficult just barely describes what we encounter. And sometimes, the only person that can answer what we ask, is ourselves.

» Posted By Emmi On 08.11.2011 @ 10:15 pm

brick

There’s a brick there, just laying the middle of the street. Where has it been, I wonder? All worn and beat up. So small and heavy in my hands. Was it part of something grand? Did it build something sacred, did it support a place of learning? Was it from something ancient, was it from something hidden, lost and forgotten over time?

I will never know…I can only wonder.

» Posted By Emmi On 08.09.2011 @ 12:34 am

canvas

The canvas is blank. A space of white, waiting to be filled. It could be grand, a majestic work of art that leaves one breathless. It could be sad, full of despair that makes one cry. I could be of joy, of laughter, free of pain and worry. It could be mystifying, confusing, or incomplete. It could be your grandest dreams, or your greatest failures.

The canvas is blank. What will you create?

» Posted By Emmi On 08.07.2011 @ 10:39 pm

bulb

The bulb was a little seed, growing somewhere in the shade of giant oak. So inferior it felt, so small and tiny, with no idea as to where it would it grow. How could it grow, with the might oak standing there, watching its every move? The oak spoke then, voice like a God, encouraging the little seed along.

‘Never fear, for we all start small, but if you put your heart into it, you will grow.’

No longer afraid, the little seed, just nothing more than a bulb, took root, and began to grow, a new adventure all its own.

» Posted By Emmi On 08.07.2011 @ 12:33 am

canteen

Canteen’s are used for people who need them, thirst people mainly, I think. I think of like, someone in WWII or something when I think of canteens Old 1950’s movies, military helicopters and such.

» Posted By Emmi On 05.27.2011 @ 12:04 am

curious

Exploration. I wish I had the youthful innocence and naivity that I once had. Life is too difficult and complicated nowadays. I only wish I were curious again. It would be so much easier to get from day to day.

» Posted By Emmi On 05.16.2011 @ 3:13 pm

digital

Digital watches are a favourite subject of Douglas Adams. He is apparently distraught about the fact that a lot of people like digital watches. Personally I prefer analogue watches. They look much nicer, and especially those pocket watches with open radarwork (steampunk) are extremely cool.

» Posted By Emmi On 03.29.2011 @ 11:10 am

gym

I hate going to the gym. Any sports activity really. The correct word, I believe, is sweatshop. I was one of those kids who was always the last one on the bench when teams were picked. A classic nerd. But then again, who really likes people that spend every waking hour in the gym?

» Posted By Emmi On 03.18.2011 @ 9:59 am

obsessed

I was wondering about obsession today. I had some personal experience with it, so the question arose as to whether other people may experience it in a similar way. I have always found obsession to be the most abhorrent of emotions, one that will undermine all your hopes and balance in such a way as to give you false, impossible dreams instead.

» Posted By Emmi On 03.13.2011 @ 1:20 am

statement

I don’t know what your statement means really. Is it merely an attempt at provoking the company assembled this evening? I truly cannot believe you to hold such views. A well bred, intelligent young man ought to have a more sensible view of society. But perhaps you are merely teasing us, I know you love stirring up a controversy.

» Posted By Emmi On 03.11.2011 @ 6:54 am

reward

Wait I don’t get it! huh! What am I doing, what am I supposed to do??? I’m really confuzzled right now, so please help me! Wait, there’s no one to help? Where are you people! Wow I’m still confuzzled. Omg huh? What??

» Posted By Emmi On 03.21.2009 @ 6:45 pm

wag

She wouldn’t wag her tail. She was not a dog, she was a werewolf. There was a significant difference, despite the urge to move the muscle extending out of her spine. Growling, she sneezed and tried to run around in circles, anxiety taking over. She was a werewolf, not a dog. And she sure as hell wasn’t his bitch.

» Posted By emmi On 10.11.2009 @ 7:15 am

recorder

The recorder was the first instrument I ever learnt to play in primary school. I loved it. I used to practice on it every single day at home, at school. My friends and I even started some sort of recorder club back then. It was awesome. I miss it.

» Posted By emmi On 10.07.2009 @ 9:51 am

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