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Capitalist patriachy hetronormativity,
Does money make you happy?
Perhaps we should look into contentment capital
Not the dollors in our wallets
The wealthiest among us are no

» Posted By imogen On 02.13.2015 @ 6:04 am


My synapses spiral and images of electronic spits fizzled in my head. My auras were worsening as my breathe deepened and panic settled in the pit of my achey stomach.

» Posted By imogen On 02.05.2015 @ 9:08 am


I am going through regrowth right now, I can’t wait to get through to the other end. Regrowing myself has been going since september: Everything has a season and seasons begin and end.

» Posted By Imogen On 12.25.2014 @ 3:19 am


tape, hold, bind, rip, carry water, security, temporary solutions, fixing a boat in the hot summer of 2010, pulling out of a regatta

» Posted By Imogen On 06.19.2014 @ 7:34 am


You pull out the page, scribbling, redoing. Distracting from the path. Threads tangle that need to be untangled. Edges to be neatened. So caught up in the details you miss what you intended to do. Write more freely, my friend.

» Posted By Imogen On 10.10.2013 @ 3:28 am


Shells, shells, shells – how they captivated me. “Mum, get me some shells from the beaches of Mexico”. Who knows where they are now, not me, must of chucked ’em, what a waste…. the bathroom needs sprucing up.

» Posted By Imogen On 06.19.2013 @ 6:40 pm

That trip to the Isle of white will always be remembered, especially for the fun we had on the beach, a butterfly, massive one, landing on me, the sites, the monuments, it was awesome and we all had a great time !!

» Posted By Imogen On 06.19.2013 @ 6:35 pm

the shells on the shore reminded me of my childhood visit to the Isle of White, what a wonderful trip that was. (I’m starting again – I missed the new site format with the time-bar, duh!)

» Posted By Imogen On 06.19.2013 @ 6:33 pm


She wanted to be the other body parts they needed, but she couldn’t help. All she had was a trolley, a haggard look, chopsticks in her hair. And they had a few weeks to live and the same papery smiles.

» Posted By Imogen On 11.08.2012 @ 2:32 pm


The crew on the aeroplane sat together in their blue uniforms with yellow neckerchiefs. ‘Hope we have no nightmare customers today!’ said Craig. ‘That one yesterday was crazy, and I’m hungover today. So not in the mood for that shit’

» Posted By Imogen On 07.15.2012 @ 12:49 pm


I have no idea what to say about this word. It is related to cars and the suspension, I am not too sure. It is a weird word and has a very weird combination of letters. It is also a grammar term, the auxilary of the sentence being the thing which sparks the meaning, I think. I’m still unsure of this term and it’s confusing.

» Posted By Imogen On 07.15.2012 @ 2:59 am


It fell from the tree tops. It contained nothing. The sticks were nice.

» Posted By Imogen On 06.10.2012 @ 12:18 am


You give me sixty seconds and tell me it’s no hassle,
as I do the pee-dance and sing to your eyes with mine.
Watch, watch, watch as the time ticks away and why
don’t you hassle me, bring me back from the edge of
laziness and spark up the triumph of being alive, just alive.
I faltered
and the bell rang.

» Posted By Imogen On 05.31.2012 @ 4:17 pm


Belief is a persons view of the world. I have beliefs, but not religious. I believe in being a good person and getting out of the world what you put in.

» Posted By Imogen On 03.12.2012 @ 6:33 pm


She glared at the clown. It glared back. That fucking grin on its face. Painted red cheeks stretched tight, teeth bared. Rounded red nose. But the eyes. Frigid, cold, vicious. She ran for her parents dropping her ice cream, sending it splattering to the ground. The carnival continued.

» Posted By Imogen On 02.13.2012 @ 3:47 pm


She shoved the package deeper into her coat, hiding it from view, trying to minimize the lump. The protected border loomed ahead, stretching along the horizon. She ran through excuses in her mind as she fiddles with the concealed package.

» Posted By Imogen On 01.12.2012 @ 2:44 pm


I am never bland, but my outrageousness can get me in some hot bother and cost me complications…so is it better to be bland or is better to be yourself?

» Posted By Imogen On 01.11.2012 @ 7:06 am


They’re savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Savages! Savages!
Killers at the core.
They’re different from us,
Which means they can’t be trusted.
We must sound the drums of war.

» Posted By Imogen On 01.09.2012 @ 6:42 pm


Liquid gold. Midas’s touch under the earth, bubbling up. Through silver pipes into hollow tanks. Burned, consumed and the family packs their lunch and unfolds their checkered blanket, car parked.

» Posted By Imogen On 01.07.2012 @ 2:34 pm


A dozens eyes in my jar, A dozen stares, a dozen stars. A dozen eggs, a dozen beds to lay a dozen eyeless children in.

» Posted By Imogen On 01.07.2012 @ 12:53 am


My apron is dirty from having cooked so much,slaving away at the stove all week for a family of 16-when will it ever get cleaned? I guess the washing machine load is next. Aprons,least my clothes are kept clean.

» Posted By Imogen On 01.06.2012 @ 10:13 am


A silly name really. Reminding you of falling leaves. Of reds, yellows and orange. Of crunching and crushing.

» Posted By Imogen On 11.07.2011 @ 5:46 pm

Orange and maple. The coolness and the smells of winter descending. Leaves gather slowly at the base of trees, gnarled piles raking. Scarves emerge, memories become padded and muted with color, hope. A time of school, a great comfort, the hand of my teachers, the eyes, the mouths. “I make my face look like this and the concerned words come out.” A time when my imagination was brighter, vivid, almost desperate in it’s clarity, scattering.

» Posted By Imogen On 11.07.2011 @ 1:15 pm


Walking down a alley. It’s 9pm. The streets are emptying quickly as passerby’s rush home from work. What’s that? A sudden sound. A flash of shadow. You try to rationalize but jump to the worst conclusion anyway.

» Posted By Imogen On 11.06.2011 @ 1:10 pm


I’m an artist. Someone who creates instead of destroying. Someone who thinks, makes and reflects. They are the makers of beauty.

» Posted By Imogen On 10.26.2011 @ 5:28 pm


Ahh my comfy couch. That thing is my best friends. There are times when I just want to stock up on food and see how long I can spend on that thing. Set it up like a boat in the ocean and sail on it for days and days.

» Posted By Imogen On 09.21.2011 @ 6:00 pm


An identity online. It could contain secrets, confessions. You could be the same or completely different. Your tongue is loosening and you express yourself. You don’t feel quite as alone anymore. You’re not alone here.

» Posted By Imogen On 09.14.2011 @ 3:15 pm


thread is used to sew items together, a thread can also be a word for something similar to a webpage. ‘Threads’ is also slang for clothes, I also know a club night by the name of ‘Threads’

» Posted By Imogen On 08.15.2011 @ 12:53 pm


I won a trophy because I am awesome and sexy and so are cheeseballs, I hate fish, which was ideal to win the trophy. Also you have to be sexy like I am.

» Posted By Imogen On 07.19.2011 @ 5:01 am


White picket fences and people under too much stress. Men who are waiting for the storms to pass, whilst their children learn to dance in the rain. Dysfunctional families that don’t talk, but love each other anyway. Happiness lost among urban life.

» Posted By Imogen On 05.21.2011 @ 4:46 am

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