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From the begging I know I was selling out my own luck. Almost throwing it away even. Every time I gambled a new card, every time I paid for a new session. I was draining everything I had. But as life had I didn’t care what happened. come hell or high water, I would do this.
» Posted By JAC On 11.23.2013 @ 2:03 pm
Pupils, a strange part of our eyes. They can express feelings; a whole range of emotions. The most queer thing is how they help us adjust. To the light and to the dark. These seemingly insignificant parts of life are the only things that know the amount of dark and light should be seen and used.
» Posted By JAC On 11.22.2013 @ 5:03 pm
I feel alone and left out . i dont know anyone here and no one knows im here. I feel like im under a water fall and im drowning left with nothing but my thoughts on a lonely island. then i think of a box i think of being trapped in a box just sitting distant from everything else.. s
» Posted By jac On 05.31.2013 @ 6:39 am
It isn’t cool to pretend that you’re okay when you’re not. When I told you I was sad and I didn’t like eating and I miss you, I meant every word. I say and write a thousand words a day but never did I mean short phrases that much.
» Posted By Jac On 01.28.2013 @ 3:26 am
I’m tired of speaking of what I feel or what I think or what I fear. This time, I’ll let silence will be my essay.
» Posted By Jac On 01.27.2013 @ 5:06 am
What lies ahead if we shed off all our fears and all of our old selves? Does what awaits us is as wonderful as the dearest memories of the past? Is it worth leaving everything we know behind and embracing the future?
» Posted By Jac On 01.25.2013 @ 6:44 pm
» Posted By Jac On 01.14.2013 @ 10:06 am
Give me a compass. Tell me where to go from here. I’ve crossed bridges, burned them down, swam through rough seas, and climbed tall mountains. Months after, here I am, back to where I started.
» Posted By Jac On 01.12.2013 @ 8:22 pm
Each song tonight and every night is a reference to a memory, a box full of memories. Each lyric, key, note, and sigh of the singer’s voice is a reminder of an experience, a thought, a memory.
» Posted By Jac On 01.07.2013 @ 8:38 am
I placed the faces of the people in my life in front of me and I told myself that if I do not know how to be grateful for this then I don’t know anymore
» Posted By Jac On 01.04.2013 @ 12:37 am
No amount of time can erase what has made you feel loved or what has broken you
» Posted By Jac On 01.03.2013 @ 8:36 am
No amount of time can erase what has made you feel loved and what has broken you
» Posted By Jac On 01.03.2013 @ 8:32 am
Everyone should do it. its one of those things that not many people really think about as much as they should and how its really going to affect the planet if everyone starts doing it. and using less products that are bad for the earth, like things that dont break down. they are not helping the world!
» Posted By Jac On 03.12.2012 @ 12:57 am
ok, so i can’t think of much. beauty. not being a hypocrite. or at least admitting that you are one. ohhh what wonderful design on this screen! anyways, high morality is generally a more stringent set of moral principles? hmmm…idk. what else should i say? not being deceptive. not being a horrible person.
» Posted By jac On 10.04.2011 @ 9:08 pm
Held together like this I am sure we will never be forgotten. Lost in a large bowl of spaghetti. Something tells me this won’t be the last time I twist this fork, or set this table, or touch that hot stove. something tells me this will be something.
» Posted By jac On 03.25.2009 @ 10:44 am
Keep together in squares.
I’m here you’re there.
in our separate quarters
Die alone in the end
» Posted By jac On 03.19.2009 @ 2:41 pm
Try and deal in it. Verrry tight parameters. Clock in at 7, pull out at 6. Down to the atom. Down to the fucking microcosm. Specifically void.
» Posted By jac On 03.16.2009 @ 4:09 am
So i dug into the dirt with a silver spade and deftly maneuvered my way around the septic tank, bouillon gold, and iron ore. I dug like i was going to China but really I knew, I hoped, that I would not make it past the center of the earth.
» Posted By jac On 03.11.2009 @ 7:55 am
So you saw something in the sky and you wanted it to be real. So you heard something roar in your closet at night and you wanted something to be behind the door. So you prayed as hard as you could and you wanted someone to hear. Believe, I guess.
» Posted By jac On 03.09.2009 @ 6:47 am
i’m not the villain here. i didn’t do anything wrong. i just acted on what i was feeling. for that matter, what i still feel. but what i can’t feel, because if you can feel, you can hurt. and the more i feel for him, the more it hurts to know i can’t have him. does that make me a villain? she would say yes. i still say no. i can’t blame him either. maybe my heart is the one to blame? nahh
» Posted By jac On 07.15.2008 @ 8:15 am
Windy day and the scarf bellowing behind as we ride down the road on our motorbike. Feels good!
» Posted By jac On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
once when i was aalone i felt as if i was insisted on resisting som rest. then i took some forward action and re listed my possibilites. as my own sake of productivity. re instated my resistance for fraternity of death. i resist. i’ll just re enlist.
» Posted By jac On 09.20.2009 @ 5:57 am
There were ways to get rid of a person. But some people follow. Follow you around, til you think looking over your shoulder is the only way to move forward. There’s better ways to get rid of a person. There’s better ways to die.
» Posted By jac On 03.06.2009 @ 6:32 am
it’s dark. everything is blank. what is happening right now? what’s going on? There’s no sound no movement no tickling of the clock..nothing…no sound of hurrying feet …..blank…it is bank…. what’s happening to the world? to this creation of God? Has it vanished in a day?
» Posted By jac On 04.04.2009 @ 11:33 am
sometimes i feel as though i’m on the edge of something. cliff, bridge, mountaintop, my seat. does it really matter? it’s that feeling you get when you’re at the top of the hill, just waiting for the rollercoaster to drop into oblivion. it can be one of the best feelings in the world, but in this case, i just feel scared, like maybe no one’s going to catch me this time.
» Posted By jac On 11.19.2008 @ 4:48 pm
question never find allways waiting to see what they have to show me for anything that I don’t like to want or need in a house of/for cards killing children monkey business looser face ivan is a douche I think bridjette (sp?) is stupid
» Posted By jac On 08.20.2008 @ 8:42 pm
The storm raged on the surface. The winds whipped violently as the waves crashed down with as much anger as the lightning and thunder of the sky. Everything was turning and tumbling, being ripped and ripping in a horrible display of nature’s wrath. But down…where the water becomes pitch. So deep down…everything was calm.
» Posted By Jac On 06.18.2008 @ 9:51 am
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a bundle. a baby is bundled up. she has no idea about the family she has. she is handed to her mother, a saint. her father looks on, proud, stoic, excited. brothers wait in the lobby. a combination of angelic, sarcastic, terrible and unemployed. you could say she’s got an interesting life ahead of her. but that would be downplaying the ironies quite a bit.
» Posted By jac On 01.30.2010 @ 10:34 am