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For some reason, I immediately think of funny scenes in movies where people use photocopiers to scan their bums. Maybe I am not cut out for this. Although, I would like to get past this page and scan the site to see how I feel about it.

» Posted By H On 01.22.2019 @ 5:34 pm


remnds me of bumbing sawng by rae sremmurd in my car with my frineds. Brings me back to the good old days and i feel like we need to go drive around and liste to loud music wih friends more it puts us all in a good mood all in the same mindset and bonds us together as brothers not just friends.

» Posted By H On 01.16.2019 @ 12:49 pm


is this the only word they do

» Posted By h On 04.09.2018 @ 9:15 am

Quilting is a sport in which people, often women patch together pieces of fabric into a large, often puffed blanket. It is often reserved for the elderly women among us, although younger folks can certainly quilt too.

» Posted By h On 04.09.2018 @ 8:58 am


for christmas I was discontent with everyting that i got for christmas because there was one thing i wanted and i didn’t get it so I didn’t want anything else that i got.

» Posted By H On 09.14.2017 @ 7:21 am


Scuba divers are really cool. They get to see beautiful fish under the sea. It is like they get to experience what it is like to be a fish. I wish I could be a scuba diver. How hard is it to become a scuba diver?

» Posted By H On 05.23.2017 @ 9:08 am


I had a crumble on mij clothes.
Because I had eaten a slice of bread.

» Posted By h On 02.16.2017 @ 2:23 am


Everytime I see myself in the mirror, I feel like I am becoming more and more unfamiliar with myself. Like I’ve masked my emotions to the point where they are trying to rip through my skin, I can’t feel it.

» Posted By H On 12.03.2016 @ 11:32 pm


We were foolish to believe that we could outrun it. Looking back, I think it followed us. It followed us on the skinny pathways through the forest, attached itself to our softened voices. It followed us past my tearful evenings tucked away in the darkness you refused to allow reign. It followed us closely while I listened to the quiet in your heart. It followed us until we started making noise.

» Posted By H On 11.10.2016 @ 11:32 am


The pulse in my skull is what is keeping me still. I need to let these hours go by me without another word to laden them. These words get me into trouble.

» Posted By H On 11.07.2016 @ 11:03 am


And we continue with these restless nights, though now they’re restless by our wit and will. We’ll lie awake. We’ll lie awake until slumber shuts us out and we’ll rouse wildly, wondering whether our wiles will find us wrapped up in each other again at sun fall.

» Posted By H On 11.03.2016 @ 11:05 am

And so these warm and languid nights betwixt blankets continue. I’ll lie here with the hours breaking down before me, disintegrating under the weight of passing seconds. My eyes are open first, then closed, and maybe open again. I’ll ask dawn to stay caged on the opposite end of the earth just so I can melt here for one minute longer.

» Posted By H On 11.02.2016 @ 11:04 am


I’ve been told that pattern recognition is a specific type of intelligence. So I trace the triangles on the heirloom rug with my eyes until my vision starts to stipple and darkness encroaches my view. Patterns.

» Posted By H On 10.31.2016 @ 11:11 am


I entered the blocky gray building ready to work. The smiling lady at the information desk directed me to the third floor, where I found my cubicle, surrounded by a dozen similar. A fan located somewhere unseen muffled all the noises from the nearby workers. They all ignored me as they clicked on their computer keys. I clicked on my computer, adjusted the keyboard, kicked off my shoes, and cued up my program. two weeks to institute my dream program. I was going to start a quality health program at the local hospital. I was going to not only get their safely numbers in line but I was also going to get people to talk with each other. More than rules and guidelines, it is communication that makes the biggest difference in patient safety. Here in an anonymous outbuilding on the hospital campus, it was my job to transform the very culture of the hospital.

» Posted By H On 10.25.2016 @ 8:36 pm

This is the climate in which we break. The institution of loss is intrinsic in us–we are never without the weight of it. We lose things and we fight to gain them back, to gain them better. Always better the next time. Always getting better.

» Posted By H On 10.25.2016 @ 11:01 am

This institution is puzzling–the way we asked our questions into dead air. Funny how the responses we heard were only echoes coming back to us.

Not funny ha ha, of course, but funny sad. Funny deflated. Funny I-don’t-know-where-to-go-from-here.

We should have asked more questions, then. We should have allowed our intellect to measure through the blind adoration we so willfully demonstrated. That blind adoration that left us lonely.

We thought love could fill those gaps. But not love, love. Love like I’m-right-next-to-you. Love like I-exist-alongside-you. Love like I-understand-your-demons.

But I didn’t.

» Posted By H On 10.24.2016 @ 11:06 am


“There is nothing,” he crooned, eyes drawn to iron. He was intent on ruining. Intent on tyranny. She watched in fascination as the storm of him swelled.

» Posted By H On 10.20.2016 @ 11:08 am


Something about the trajectory of this thing makes makes you shudder. You can close your eyes to it as often as you’d like–there’s no transgression in that. The silence will help you breathe. But the facts remain, regardless of your despaired attempts to rid yourself of the thing. They exist, these facts. They reside somewhere in your mind where they’ve hollowed out a cozy place to sleep.

» Posted By H On 10.19.2016 @ 11:10 am

Walking up the staircase of steps. Every step, getting closer to reaching the final destiny. But what is that? I have no idea yet I continue to ponder my way, dragging each foot up each individual step, one at a time, until I reach the next step. It is painful, yet I am curious as to what lies ahead.

» Posted By H On 10.19.2016 @ 1:59 am


Two dawns in a dimly lit room. I was wrapped up, but this time prepared for the retreat. My unshakable sense of anguish. Shame! Your shame is an insidious thing and I swear I mean it when I say I wish it weren’t clawing at your back.

» Posted By H On 10.18.2016 @ 11:35 am


Here’s the thing: brokenness is hard to maintain. Your body wants to heal itself; it works tirelessly to repair the emblazoned fissures on your sorrowful heart and the loneliness embedded in your bones. To stay broken, you must invest time. You must invest energy. You must commit to sadness and your body will loathe you before the end of it all. The brokenness is an endeavor.

» Posted By H On 10.14.2016 @ 11:05 am


He’s the kind of ghost that lingers. The smell of him present in the quiet, unassuming slant of early morning light. You remember the discomfort of his fingertips, the sigh of his voice curling outward from his terrorized chest. The eyes of his that closed against the protestations you couldn’t comprehend. You were restlessly trying to make sense of his edges when he vanished.

» Posted By H On 10.13.2016 @ 11:05 am


They’ll tell you that all the pain in life comes from the waiting, the wanting, and the wondering. I’ve been waiting for some time. I’ve been waiting and I’ve been aching, but I am no longer waiting for YOU. How the ebb of this tide cleanses me.

» Posted By H On 10.12.2016 @ 11:03 am

The ease of this morning without him in it. The quiet! It’s is fascinating, isn’t it? Your becoming entangled in the shreds of him. You will breathe better now, your chest will expand with the peace of it. It won’t be long. You will let this fall away from you, reclaiming the handfuls you took from one another. His hands were always bigger than yours, more unforgiving—but no matter. Someday soon it won’t exist.

» Posted By H On 10.11.2016 @ 11:03 am


I’ll tell you what—you only have minutes. These minutes pass and they’re high before they’re low or they’re low before they’re high. Sometimes they stay low and, you can dream and maybe you should, but I’ll tell you what—they rarely stay high. You’ve got this array of minutes. They don’t ask you whether they should disappear, but they always will.

» Posted By H On 10.06.2016 @ 11:02 am


You weigh the cost, and you weigh the benefit. The investment of your time. You carve it out and fold it neatly, making sure the creases are crisp. You’ve paid for this. It’s a business deal, this investment of time. This investment of space. It has occupied you for weeks. Your heart has started and stopped and you’ve puzzled over the scant comforts you’ve collected. You weigh the cost, this investment, and you weigh the benefit.

» Posted By H On 10.05.2016 @ 8:52 am


SpLINTered underneath her gaudy resolve, her loneliness ached. “Silence is good,” she whispered as the chilled air caught her breath. She closed her eyes against the solitude of it.

» Posted By H On 09.28.2016 @ 11:03 am


“To what degree are you willing to accept this loneliness?” His features softened at the question. She didn’t need to scrutinize him to know his heart was beating faster. She gazed out the window to give him privacy.

» Posted By H On 09.26.2016 @ 11:00 am


“We want different things,” she sighed as he snarled and clawed at the facade.

» Posted By H On 09.22.2016 @ 11:00 am


“We’ll have to put a safeguard in place,” he said coolly as he brushed her loose hair away from her cheek. “I’ll try my best not to hurt you.” The lilting notes in his voice caught in the quiet of the place, lingered like moths atop the dusty shoulders of forgotten overcoats. She shuddered to know he was lying.

» Posted By H On 09.21.2016 @ 11:01 am

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