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» Posted By Mack On 11.29.2015 @ 8:56 pm
more and more.
forward in reality
going into the deep
up and out
most and most
we – move
» Posted By Mack On 11.21.2015 @ 1:08 pm
pieces, small –big
one now many.
» Posted By Mack On 11.20.2015 @ 5:27 am
piece. small — big.
once whole and single
» Posted By Mack On 11.20.2015 @ 5:25 am
then i didn’t
it takes work
we’ve got it all right
» Posted By Mack On 11.18.2015 @ 7:42 am
i see them in the sky in movies. i’d love to go to space and go where a rocket goes. i’d love to past the sun and see what it looks like up close. a star in it’s truest sense. light up my life.
» Posted By Mack On 11.17.2015 @ 6:32 am
The fence was tall, still, as it always had been; it was yellowed from the grass that had rubbed up against it over the course of seven years and it was broken from the kids who had jumped over it playing cops and robbers. She had always hated that fence.
» Posted By Mack On 07.23.2015 @ 4:47 pm
overt. That took way too long to type; I was typing in DVORAK
It is fun but also terrifyingly difficult
» Posted By mack On 04.02.2014 @ 5:45 pm
My dealer was late. I hadn’t the slightest idea what he thought he was doing but he knew the longer he made me wait the more suspicious I would look and it would make our handoff infinitely more suspicious for it. I absolutely needed the next batch of medicine for Mother.
» Posted By mack On 03.12.2014 @ 8:58 pm
zone can be where you are there is also a shop called zone that sell VANS and in basketball u can play zone and zone can be where you can focus when you are so that means you are in the zone there is also a street called zone and thats in bundoora
» Posted By mack On 08.15.2012 @ 2:18 pm
zone means that when you are in the like when you are in the game you focus and zone can be in basketball as well as a zone like a place
» Posted By mack On 08.15.2012 @ 2:14 pm
couches are cool. i like to lay on them, and eat on them, and sleep on them. isn’t that fun, are you fun? that’s cool. i don’t care. whatever. i like to eat bagels and shmear meow meow. how are you on this fine evening? oh wait, i was supposed to be talking about couches. oops. well what is there to know about couches?
» Posted By mack On 09.21.2011 @ 3:22 pm
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» Posted By Mack On 04.10.2011 @ 1:48 pm
I dont know where we’re going. it doesnt really matter does it? As long as its me and her it will be okay. Who needs a plan when you have each other. Plans only trap you, only keep you bogged down onto a schedule. They arent spontaneous like love should be.
» Posted By Mack On 04.04.2011 @ 10:04 am
policy makers say they speak the voice of the public
but the private conversations in oval offices
and staircases echo a guttural assertion of the status quo
and I don’t know who has the power–the people or the politicians,
and why do they have to be so separate
in a unified state, the goals are the same
but the means demean the ones who had the need
in the first place
it seems things got lost in translation
» Posted By mack On 03.22.2011 @ 7:42 am
buzz. yellow and black. if you don’t wanna get stung, step back.
vibrant in the summer days, leaving and swarming in a haze.
bumble bee, bumble blee. yellow and black.
colonizing with friends, protecting the bees,
they’re soo annoying, how they roam so free.
bumble bee, bumble bee, yellow and back,
bumble bee bumble bee please step back.
» Posted By mack On 03.08.2011 @ 3:05 pm
a final reminds me of school when you have your final exam in a class which can really affect a person’s grade. it also reminds me of a turtle finishing the race
» Posted By mack On 03.03.2011 @ 11:28 pm
being overjoyed is something you cant explain, youve been trying to be happy for the longest time and then something happens and you just blow up emotionally inside, your heart is warmed like never before, you couldnt imagine feeling any better at any point in your life.
» Posted By mack On 08.26.2010 @ 9:18 pm
Dillard trudged up on the beach, his dungarees tattered, his disreputable Chief’s cap somehow still perched on his head. Slowly rising up, he instinctivly pulled his .45 form it’s leather holster and surveyed his surroundings.
» Posted By Mack On 04.19.2010 @ 11:48 am
I need to rest. There is so much to do and all I wanna do is rest. I know that if I do rest I won’t get my crap done. Two jobs and school sucks. I just need more rest. But I know I waste it all away by resting. It’s all mostly my fault that I either don’t get my stuff done or I don’t rest enough.
» Posted By Mack On 06.20.2009 @ 11:57 am
I see a shiny thing on the sidewalk. A coin.
A dime, which had been set on the train tracks.
I pick it up and walk away.
It will never be spent again. Never abandoned again.
» Posted By Mack On 07.19.2009 @ 12:30 pm
the mother of all things, earth, supports all known life. with the warm soothing hands, trees and shrubs and the all-adored flowers, will nurse all those sick back to health. it will eternally be gentle to all of those who aid in it’s duration.
» Posted By mack On 10.26.2008 @ 12:45 pm
this reminds me of the time that we got our friend taylor to drink for the very first time. we called him feathers becuase he seemed very green and we figured that he wouldn’t be able to hold his liqour. funnily enough it was actually our friend ray who was the lightest drinker suprising us all. we still called taylor feathers.
» Posted By mack On 09.27.2008 @ 5:53 pm
at a chair I pondered pondering and came to no conclusion… Other than 60 seconds under pressure is still a long time. A very long time…
» Posted By Mack On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
Powder. Thats what moms put on their babies’ ass
» Posted By MACK On 01.13.2010 @ 6:48 pm
since i was little my dad would ship things abroad. he was a salesman. he still is. he ships lumber now. he ships lumber in enormous metal containers on ships that are even bigger. he ships the wood across oceans to countries i’ve never been to.
» Posted By Mack On 01.03.2010 @ 5:24 pm
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Amber, the color of the coals after the fire as slowly died down, all the remains are the embers slowing burning, smoking, ceasing to exist. Amber the name of the woman who left me feeling the those embers, slowly sinking into oblivion
» Posted By mack On 11.01.2009 @ 10:38 pm