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It never mattered who the instigator was. All that ever mattered was that he’d stop them. Their arguments were pointless to him- a waste of time. They didn’t matter. Just white noise to fill the silence that would otherwise suffocate him.

» Posted By Roro On 06.15.2014 @ 2:25 am


the movement. What it feels like to be active and free. No gravity is holding you down, you are free to move wherever and whenever. Dont let anything or anyone hold you back.

» Posted By roro On 07.01.2012 @ 4:36 pm


I love to celebrate. Whether it be life or death there is always time to celebrate. People don’t do it enough, until its too late…

» Posted By Roro On 09.19.2011 @ 2:13 pm


He wasn’t level with me. In other words, he would not level with me. No, I’m not talking about stature. I was the taller. I would have had to come down to his level. I refused to.

» Posted By roro On 03.31.2009 @ 7:19 pm


They say justice is its own reward or something like that, no that’s not quite right, but love is–its own reward. What a nice day! They say that today is a gift, that’s why its called the present.

» Posted By roro On 03.22.2009 @ 9:30 am


Tt was all griddy down to the nitty gritty like a grid of tar that, clings on your hands and shoes leaving a pattern there that smells of rubber.

» Posted By roro On 03.19.2009 @ 7:23 pm


i am locked into the word locked locked for ever in this box locked locked locked new word from the creator please

» Posted By roro On 03.19.2009 @ 8:03 am

the disonance of the day locked his mind into a stronghold that left him blank and overloaded with thoughts that would not satisfy themselves within their container.

» Posted By roro On 03.19.2009 @ 8:01 am


rest is good sleppy seriously i like rest but not too much but i like sometimes good sometimes not so..

» Posted By roro On 06.20.2009 @ 8:35 am

how i like to do it how it avoids me…… damn damn

» Posted By Roro On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


I remember the blackout of ’68 working at one of the top floors in the columbus circle building in NYC… you know what it is like to climb down over 36 flights of stair and then find that all the traffic is stalled and all the trains are stopped and there is no where to go as it approaches dark, but that nowhere compared to 9/11.

» Posted By roro On 04.05.2009 @ 10:13 am


Boob, I’ve been writing nothings in places where nobody reads this. What is this supposed to be? Definition or proposal?! I’m so over my writing class.

» Posted By RoRo On 11.26.2009 @ 1:52 pm

My mom told me tales of the dead. They emerged slowly from the swamp cities and marshes. That’s where I grew up, down south. I was too smart for my own good. My daddy played the banjo on our porch as I slept to the sound of the crickets and the banjo. But Like I said I was too smart…

» Posted By Roro On 11.26.2009 @ 1:50 pm

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