Comments Posted By Lana Jordan
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I hear music right now, playing from my foster sister’s room. It’s country. That makes me a little irritable, especially since she is such a poser. There were no cowboys in the south. I also hear my family talking about pictures.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 04.22.2012 @ 10:31 am
When bitten by a kitten, hey that rhymes, it kinda hurts. I’m allergic, so it swells up and gets all itchy. But, when bitten by a puppy, I can just laugh it off. I hope I’m never bitten by a vampire, unless it’s Spike.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 04.11.2012 @ 8:10 pm
Charms can be magical spells or they can be characteristics that attract those around you, pulling them in like a magnet. I wish sometimes that I had either of these things.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 04.01.2012 @ 9:25 am
Her temper sometimes gets the best of her, and it takes a while to boil over. Stomps. Bangs. Yelling at the top of her lungs. Then all is exhausted and calm.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.26.2012 @ 8:18 am
The elephant’s trunk swung back and forth as it writhed in pain. Why were they stealing its tusks, these strangers? To make a piano, whose beautiful music would conceal the pain, dulling others.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.22.2012 @ 4:49 pm
The pageant is full of dolls, dressed up and painted, parading down the stage as if they were living, breathing girls. They aren’t. You can see their stitches.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.19.2012 @ 12:42 pm
Torches are bright, hypnotizing even. People follow them, as they lead the way into the vast unknown. A torch is right, sometimes. Other times, it leads to destruction.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.18.2012 @ 1:18 pm
Staples hurt when pierced through skin, but when pierced through paper, they can prove to be quite useful. If pierced incorrectly, they can be taken out and thrown away. But that’s such a waste. I wish there was a way not to waste some things.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.17.2012 @ 1:32 pm
Pastel was the sky. The bright fluffy colors swirled into the setting sun. Orange and pink, even purple, highlighted the cotton candy clouds. The sun set. All was black.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.16.2012 @ 2:50 pm
There aren’t very many patterns on this page. It’s quite simple, really. However, the deck of cards bext to contains plenty of patterns, and my pajama shorts have one too! I used to obsessed with cheetah print, but now I do not care for it.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.15.2012 @ 1:06 pm
I enjoy signing petitions for things that I otherwise probably would not take action on, like the poor polar bears who are dying from various pollutants and the wolves being shot in Alaska. I sign my name, feeling like maybe I’ve done something good.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.13.2012 @ 3:01 pm
Yum, the food tastes so good today. But it’s so fancy it lost its truth. Where is the fried potato? I want a fried potato.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.10.2012 @ 11:59 am
I liked to swing on this one swing at the school of the arts. It hung from an old, huge tree and it made me feel like I was a fairy or something. I meditated over my scenes and characters, trying to pull emotion from the depths of my soul, on that swing.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.06.2012 @ 4:31 pm
I am a professional. I profess that I am, so I am. I may not make any money, but starving doesn’t do anything negative in America. In fact, the less you have the better. But I’m a professional.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.05.2012 @ 4:29 pm
The town is empty. I hear the wind and my own breath, but no chatter or liveliness can be found. I am alone. There must be animals, life around here somewhere. I wander, checking for signs. I see none, but never to give up hope.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.04.2012 @ 4:51 pm
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The town was barren. No one in sight. I thought I might have seen someone’s face, staring out from a window or behind one of the decaying structures, but no. No one was there. I saw no creatures, or plants. Just buildings. It was so quite with no one around, that I could hear my breath like never before. In contrast to the nonliving things surrounding me, I felt alive.
» Posted By Lana Jordan On 03.04.2012 @ 4:08 pm