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I am ready. For what, I have no idea, but I am ready. I am moving, where, i have no idea, but i am moving. My mind is wander, off to where, i have no idea, but i am moving and it is awesome yet scary. I know this, but balance, commitment, intent, progress.

» Posted By Kimber On 10.23.2014 @ 12:51 pm


dull, not shiney. to be dull is to not be loved, shunned, banned to stand at the sidelines. however, some are created to dull think of facets, hardware, dull , brushed aluminum, art, to dull something is to take its life,

» Posted By kimber On 10.17.2011 @ 1:04 pm


Irise in the morning. Cake rises. What do you do to rise? what does rise mean? Rasins. The sun rises. Rising. Cake.

» Posted By kimber On 06.11.2011 @ 8:16 am


fresh, sweet, fabulous. reminds me of summers pass. goes great with fresh tuna. mango.

» Posted By Kimber On 02.23.2011 @ 10:56 am


Don’t try to pretend anymore.
The world isn’t here for you to be out of your way to not be yourself.
It is making me tired.
You’re tired?
I’m tired.
That’s better. Now go to sleep.
Tomorrow will be easy.

» Posted By Kimber On 05.03.2009 @ 10:23 pm


i love scarfs and wearing them with outfits that don’t exactly require one. im drawing a blank mind i had a white scarf that i bought with matching hat and gloves to look cute for a de who no longer loves me but i still have the scarf and ionece wore it to hide a hickey from my mom i dont like hickeys they are tacky but i love giving them

» Posted By Kimber On 07.18.2008 @ 8:54 am


She walks on the sidewalk, wondering about everything and nothing all at the same time. It was all about him, it was all about us, it was all about life as we know it crumbling apart faster then the concrete treading below her tired feet.

» Posted By Kimber On 12.12.2008 @ 12:49 pm


drinking. that road trip. drinking while playing cards. dating jim. war. we fought a lot. i still love him. cards? fuck. idk, yo. i’m tired.

» Posted By kimber On 11.15.2009 @ 10:26 pm


I had a bunny when I was younger named Bundt. You’d think we hated the ilttle guy by the way we would pick him up and he would squeeze through our hands. It was just something we did because we didn’t know better. We later got a dog, it was somewhat of a different story. You’d think he hated us, with the way he’d bite.

» Posted By Kimber On 03.29.2010 @ 2:01 pm


The piano keys, ivory and ebony. It stood in the parlor of her great aunt’s apartment in Brooklyn. It was part of her supposed inheritance. That she was supposed to be grateful for. Bullshit. Aunt Edna was trapping her. From beyond the grave. The nerve.

» Posted By kimber On 10.23.2009 @ 4:23 pm


A lot of times, I wonder if I should ask my best friend’s permission to do things. Sometimes, if I don’t, even if I don’t do anything bad or amoral or flirtatious with anyone else, he gets mad at me or treats me coldly, though he’d never admit to doing it intentionally because he doesn’t want to admit to himself or anyone else that he manipulates me emotionally.

» Posted By Kimber On 10.16.2009 @ 12:55 pm

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