Comments Posted By Peter Kendall
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oh! what a great adventure this journey could be, if she could find a path that was without hardship or obstacles. it seems that it is hard enough for her to find out what is her desired destination, but then she has to deal with the random chaotic rocks that fall from the mountains above, that have to peak. some of the warning signs aren’t on the map. we’ll never be able to see what is up there.
» Posted By Peter Kendall On 10.31.2010 @ 8:25 am
with shoes made out of white leather, they walked very briskly towards the boat. today was going to be a good day – full of privilege and laughter. they were going to the money river to slurp with friends. how wonderful for them!
» Posted By Peter Kendall On 10.29.2010 @ 5:20 pm
can you believe what just happened? it flew by with no one noticing. it was fleeting, but still lingers in your mouth – like a bad taste. a bit of bile the morning after. it was a word that should never be uttered. a word that shouldn’t even exist. all it does it cause destruction.
» Posted By Peter Kendall On 10.28.2010 @ 11:42 am
the finest people in the world control siren’s. they are selfless, brave, and humanists who should be put on a god damn pedestal. they fight a force of chaos. if there is any kind of depiction of the fight between good and evil, it is the war that firemen rage against an oxygen eating element that can only be contained.
» Posted By Peter Kendall On 10.27.2010 @ 4:33 pm
he put his foot in the white foam, and it disappeared quickly. little frantic birds dodged the water, as if their lives were, in fact, in danger. he thought about going for a swim, but sharks kill people at dusk.
» Posted By Peter Kendall On 10.25.2010 @ 6:59 pm
the weeks went by and the pain lessened.
he didn’t feel as badly as he thought he would.
now, it didn’t feel so much like cheating.
it just felt like something that he could explain away.
» Posted By Peter Kendall On 10.24.2010 @ 11:29 am
there is a table that i am sitting on i mean at…. prepositions are difficult. I wonder why i never learned that in school growing up. The american school system I mean educational system is going down the tubes. Fuck learning English accents, maybe I should concentrate on learning the english language first.
» Posted By Peter Kendall On 10.19.2010 @ 7:15 pm
oh! to be like a cat. their only goal is to find that little sliver of sunlight, and all is well. nothing is like that kind of satisfaction. the happiness in the simplest of things. like vonnegut said, “if this ain’t nice i don’t know what is.”
» Posted By Peter Kendall On 10.10.2010 @ 4:26 pm
she couldn’t stop. the questions were just a part of her soul.
he wanted to limit her.
like a child playing a game, to 20 a day.
but, that would be like asking the sky not to rain, or like a dog to stop wagging its tail.
» Posted By Peter Kendall On 10.10.2010 @ 9:13 am
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he left his suitcase at the station.
not out of carelessness, but because he wanted someone to find him.
he wanted someone to see that he was alive and well.
» Posted By Peter Kendall On 10.09.2010 @ 8:54 am