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“Its complicated I know, but if you spend enough time I am sure you’ll eventually get the hang of it. And who knows maybe you’ll even end up liking it!”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Oh come on, you have stop that negativity and put on a good attitude. Please you need to have some confidence in yourself.”

» Posted By Keenan On 11.23.2014 @ 4:13 pm


There is a path
That is winding
A loose thread
That needs some binding

Where is the beginning
And where is the end
If you are lost
Grab a hold of a friend

These trails have all led here
And now we’re in the clear
But we can’t go back
We can’t go back

» Posted By Keenan On 11.19.2014 @ 5:49 pm

The lanterns lit up spots now and then in the darkness, where the men shouted in hoarse voices the names of the children who were missing. They had all apparently been together and hadn’t returned since going into the woods.

» Posted By Keenan On 11.19.2014 @ 5:46 pm


The oak tree emblem on his coat had been torn to shreds from the shrapnel as he lay bleeding and dying, his throat clogged up with tears, blood and bile to scream for help.

» Posted By Keenan On 11.18.2014 @ 3:23 am

The oak tree loomed large and intimidating in the distance, a mark to march towards from far away. An anchor towards home. I want so much to reach it but I am afraid of how I will feel when I do. Is it made of paper mache up close?

» Posted By Keenan On 11.18.2014 @ 3:11 am


the spa can be a grueling place but at times is relaxing. I don’t enjoy facials much myself, but waxing can be funny sometimes. I wish that I knew how to do eyelash extentions.

» Posted By Keenan On 09.09.2012 @ 10:11 pm


“How do you suspect he was killed? And why do you think it was murder?”

“I don’t think it was murder, I know it was. You see any need for rat poison in yuppy’s apartment six floors up? Now do you follow? He would have immediately become sick from ingesting the poison, which I…suspect the killer put in the flour here. But he couldn’t call for help because…the phone line was cut. Now why would he do that? Because it was a forced entry therefore I can rule out your little ‘allergy’ theory. The killer would have to have access to this place, so we can say it was someone in this building….and due to a buildup of mail in front of that door that person’s hightailed out of the city, or even the country by now. After all, he has killed a posh little dandy. Why not just a vacation? Most people don’t wish for others to know they’ve left. And who owns this apartment….ah, the Butler, of course. Damn stereotype.”

» Posted By Keenan On 07.20.2012 @ 6:57 pm


The tree bore stunted limbs, gnarled and caked in wind-swept dirt, with little hollows animals had lived in for shifts during the three hundred years the old tree had stood. A silent sentinel, unwavering…

» Posted By Keenan On 05.26.2012 @ 8:15 pm


Petticoats, laughter, cakes and tea
In my head and mind surround me
Here as a guest at the Mad Tea Party
We all sleep hardly
Never a wink

The entrée comes rather late
So I eat instead the dinner plate
A loathsome affair I do admit
For my poor belly is giving a fit!

» Posted By Keenan On 04.23.2012 @ 1:38 am


Rain is what we have all year as weather, and in just one form; cold. Rain is outside, a constant rattle in my head, glancing off the tin roof, the patter of raindrops hitting the streets. Today was no different.

» Posted By Keenan On 03.30.2012 @ 11:52 pm


Gimme Shelter is a song by the Rolling Stones, and I first heard that song playing rockband. What comes to mind is light, flashing before my eyes, the crashing of realization soothing to my persistent frustration. All I am is a metaphor for something bigger than myself, an emotion perhaps. I need shelter, perhaps even more isolation than I’ve been allowed…

» Posted By Keenan On 02.18.2012 @ 2:51 pm


Hoops are cool fool, what new irony is this?
That we all become fish!
Of civilization
It’s fermentation
A wrong equation
And such an occasion
To fill our pupils with light
And our hearts with medicine

» Posted By Keenan On 01.29.2012 @ 3:05 am

I got a girlfriend
He name is hope
She once brought home
A piece of rope

But bastard or not
It took her her teeth
She found she had not
Reached beneath

Loops in her ear
What do you fear
Loops in her ear
What do you fear

Money down like rain
And that’s not normal
It’s simply polite
And slightly formal

Chewing brown for laughs
We love our pasts like sickness
And we cut ourselves in half
Personifying our weakness


» Posted By Keenan On 01.29.2012 @ 2:54 am


The gold that had once been plentiful was now reduced to a slow trickle that old men threw their luck at in dire attempts to gain the fortunes of their former hey day. Society was misery nowadays thought most of these sad old decrepit men as they shoveled sand with their saucers or bare hands, striking away at bare rock like eager maniacs.

» Posted By Keenan On 01.22.2012 @ 1:46 am


An alabaster panelling was embedded into the structure of this odd runway, it looked pieced together from uneven slates of stone, only remotely passing as ‘smooth’. The runway seemed to be rarely used, in fact it seemed to never have been used. Dead leaves had accumulated and had contributed to a thigh layer of dead matter, almost covering all the uneven stone in the runway.

» Posted By Keenan On 01.21.2012 @ 5:15 am


The thorns were the bloody bane of the field of flowers, tugging on uniforms of wary travelers until they became so fed up that they lit torches and burnt the field down and then salted the smoldering earth. All because of the thorns did this field die…

» Posted By Keenan On 01.04.2012 @ 5:02 pm


“Don’t think, just sleep, and let the lightning consume you. Just relax my love, you won’t feel a thing.”

He donned his feathered mask and set to work, the lightning’s constant companion, thunder, covering up her desperate screams.

» Posted By Keenan On 07.25.2011 @ 8:30 pm

Whispers shone through the maw of their lying mouths, their tongues flexing ever so softly so that each lie was nearly flawless, just like lightning. And also with this man here who burned my family in their own home while they were sleeping, with lightning, his tongue’ll loosen. It’ll loosen just fine.

» Posted By Keenan On 07.25.2011 @ 8:27 pm

It struck the ground and burned for miles tearing shapes out of the world like black ink on a piece of paper. The traffic thinned on the heavily crowded roads, partly because everyone was sick and tired of the traffic in the first place and also twenty vehicles had been struck. Everywhere fires sprang up as if in salute to the mighty storm’s terrible majesty. It shook with the sound of drums beating and windows breaking before the storm ultimately ate the world up and then, blackness, then a spark.

» Posted By Keenan On 07.25.2011 @ 8:15 pm


DeaTh has no need for a coat because he has no flesh to keep warm, be is just a cold thin and frail thing, until he finds a victim. First he gets into the weather and makes it wretchedly cold, with rain, thunderstorms and lightning to boot. Then he gets into time, changing the clock so he lures his victim outside a dreadful hour. He then locks every door to warmth the victim could find and wears him down, waddling away at his skin till he makes the skeleton we see in every graveyard in the world.

» Posted By Keenan On 07.23.2011 @ 2:52 pm


when i think of the word believer i think of how we all must have something to strive for something to have faith in whether it be ourselves another person god a child that we want to see succeed the ability to finish that book you figured you’d buy that one time you walked in to the bookstore but what makes a believer from a non believer is the attitude one has about life in general

» Posted By keenan On 12.10.2010 @ 7:39 am


The reality of the world on someones shoulders. Causing them to stress about what is right vs. what is wrong.

» Posted By keenan On 09.07.2009 @ 6:30 pm


mac os x spaces is completely useless, except not. It’s just invisible. Wow. I feel geeky as fuck right now…. Oh well. That’s just me. I should be doing spanish homework, but instead I’m sitting here writing about the word “spaces” on my break….Whatever, more fun this way.

» Posted By keenan On 03.03.2009 @ 7:42 am


I know what starteled means. Sometimes when some people jumpt out and say surprise at my birthday party it startles me. ANd sometime my dog jumps on my when I don’t even know it and that REALLY startles me.

» Posted By keenan On 11.06.2008 @ 3:48 pm


my friends are some gentle. I like htem very much. I like to play with them, eat with them, and do everything they like to do. And I like my friends. And now, I think gentle makes me happy. I like mom. She is sometimes gentle with me and sometimes very agressive.

» Posted By keenan On 10.29.2008 @ 12:34 pm


the substance of life is a funny thing. what we’re doing here and what we’re made up of is something that people all around the world search for on an ongoing basis.

the funny thing about searching for the substance of life is that the search itself is somewhat irrelevant. the definition of that “substance” is different for every person, and must be defined throughout the course of one’s own journey.

» Posted By keenan On 06.10.2008 @ 3:11 am

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