Comments Posted By SM
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Tale, the story I was told growing up. That if you work hard, go to college and are good… you will be successful in life. Now I am in my 30s, single, never married, no kids. All I have is my career and even that isn’t going well.
» Posted By SM On 05.17.2016 @ 6:39 pm
The dilemma is whether or not the truth is worth telling. Am I giving you a piece of myself I’ll never get back? Will this help me or further expose the rotting inside of the dysfunctional self. Do I embrace my shadow?
» Posted By SM On 05.10.2016 @ 9:13 pm
domestic abuse, trying to domesticate the hearts and minds of women and children. But the action is savage and out of control. Internal affairs that are not discussed outside.
» Posted By SM On 05.09.2016 @ 8:07 pm
Scooter was on the muppet babies. He was a cute little guy. You also ride a scooter when you’re a kind. Scoot booty! Cost. Rest. Too. Toes. Toe. Coo. Cooter.
» Posted By SM On 05.05.2016 @ 6:22 pm
This is the same word from the other day! Let’s get a little more imaginative please. I’ve been on here for three days and I get a repeat. What the hey hey? And now I want waffles but don’t have any. This is sadder than when you ask Siri what 0/0 is.
» Posted By SM On 05.04.2016 @ 7:41 pm
syrup. pancakes. sappy and sweet, just like love. Thick, dripping, sugary goodness that slides down your throat… if only men tasted like this.
» Posted By SM On 05.03.2016 @ 7:24 pm
The day was dreary as the smog moved in. I know the loch ness monster rose from the swamp
» Posted By SM On 02.27.2015 @ 11:23 am
Aches and pains, creaking joints, rusted hinges… I think of crumbling, bent bones and terrible pain. Ashes under your skin, and dried out ball sockets, grating, crunching sounds with every movement.
» Posted By SM On 06.25.2013 @ 2:33 am
He returned before she even knew that he was gone. She never noticed little things like that, she was a heavy sleeper. And although she’d never find out, he still felt a pang of guilt reverb throughout his soul.
» Posted By SM On 03.07.2013 @ 3:11 pm
hair on the side of your face that makes you look old and funny. it burns up your side and causes flames to shoot out from your ears, blowing smoke and fire into your friends’ faces until they are burned to a crisp. how funny is that.
» Posted By sm On 05.29.2011 @ 1:17 pm
its what you are when you care so deeply about something or someone that you cant focus on yourself. This is the cure for self-obbsessionn but also a guilt for loving someone or something that cant love you back, which makes it obbsession rather than love
» Posted By sm On 03.12.2011 @ 3:05 pm
breaks and swells. taken for a swirl and caught under for 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-
» Posted By sm On 06.23.2010 @ 11:08 am
Leaps. Bounds. Contemporary living is leaps and bounds ahead of the days gone by. Leaps. Bounds. Let’s keep moving forward. Jumping into a wonderful world of excitement and pleasure. Leaps. Bounds.
» Posted By SM On 06.18.2010 @ 10:31 am
Grid. Grid means very little to me, as it suggests rigidity, something which I like to think I don’t have in my life.
In reaction, I probably do. After all, rigidity is routine, and I have a lot of that. I also make little plans for myself.
» Posted By SM On 03.19.2009 @ 3:53 pm
At the restaurant last night, someone left a penny on the table.
It’s happened before.
Why do people leave pennies? Perhaps they think it’s a form of good luck.
» Posted By sm On 09.17.2009 @ 10:54 am
I feel like i am often misunderstood. I misunderstand a lot of things. It’s like im in an alternate universe, like schizophrenia or somethign…it’s like i live in four different worlds, each of which im superiorly concious of. And it’s not like I’m crazy though…it’s like..it’s just confusing. I think too much. My words don’t make sense because they make too much sense.
» Posted By sm On 04.09.2009 @ 2:15 pm
There simply isn’t enough to provide you with what you want. Consider all the people in the world and the fact that they want things as badly if not more than you. Yet, you feel you deserve what you want more than they and that eventually all will be provided for you alone.
» Posted By SM On 04.07.2009 @ 10:37 pm
I reached into my coat pocket and found a dead Kleenex I used to wipe my mother’s tears when she was on her deathbed. Time stopped. I wondered…how could something so normal cause so such an earthquake inside.
» Posted By sm On 01.01.2010 @ 1:39 pm
In the early morning mist I could barely make out a dark figure among the trees. I stepped closer and suddenly the creature jumped in front of me. It was a gloriously beautiful buck! I jumped back in surprise.
» Posted By SM On 09.29.2009 @ 6:10 pm
huts are brown, full of indigenous
peoples and usually
not easy to clean or look after
huts are actually quite disgusting
Except for those who grow up in them
and then they’re just “home”
» Posted By SM On 12.18.2009 @ 3:50 pm
I had that stupid keychain since high school…the one that read, “So many men, so little time.” Yeah, right. That’s before I knew what men were really all about. Now I would change it to read, “So little time; done with men.”
» Posted By SM On 03.16.2010 @ 4:42 pm
The love of Christ is the only balm for my tortured soul. I experience this love through the silence, through the innocent, and through the beauty of order. It is this which helps prepare me for eternal life…
» Posted By SM On 10.01.2009 @ 11:39 am
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ants in my pants.
otherwise known as herpes.
» Posted By sm On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am