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Sponges are super disgusting. Spongebob is a sponge. I never really understood why he was a kitchen sponge living in the ocean, but his parents were…normal sea-dwelling sponges. Strange. I also got really weirded out when my sister was using a sea sponge to paint with and she told me that it used to be alive. Yep.

» Posted By Shmooack On 08.11.2010 @ 11:46 pm


He hung there, suspended between flight and desperate falling. The cross dangled tediously from his neck. Smiling and laughing, he swung back and forth from the tree branch, as if daring fate to let him fall, to end his story right then.

» Posted By Shmooack On 08.04.2010 @ 10:24 pm


She had it made. She knew it for sure. Never in her entire life had she known something as surely as she did now. The gate was coming closer and closer, and at the very last minute possible , she leaped from the horse’s back and went careening down the embankment to the left, coming to a stop only when she plunged into the water several meters below.

» Posted By Shmooack On 07.29.2010 @ 7:53 am


Cinderella!!! I have no brain juices to be creative. I just spent a night running around in France with my good friends eating ice cream. Everything is simply beautiful. Thank you God for life :)

» Posted By Shmooack On 07.27.2010 @ 3:46 pm


The violins four strings vibrated, singing its sweet music and sending it off spinning into the echoing performance hall.

» Posted By Shmooack On 07.26.2010 @ 3:56 pm


You complete me? What a weird phrase. I exist within myself, as myself, and not apart of anyone else. I love because it is mine to give away and others seem to have their roots in my heart, but I am a complete being all on my own.

» Posted By Shmooack On 07.25.2010 @ 7:32 am


She blinked once. Then twice. Her friends with smiles slowly fading from their faces slowly turned to her, talking on the phone with panic in her face. “Gone? She can’t be”. The day that had started out so perfectly had turned so sour more suddenly than anyone could ever have imagined.

» Posted By Shmooack On 07.24.2010 @ 10:26 am


Driven. I am driven to live my life. Driven to be free. Driven to love everyone and myself, no matter who or what or how you may tell me I am supposed to love. And nothing will ever stop me.

» Posted By Shmooack On 07.22.2010 @ 3:48 pm


The vase sat on the kitchen table, reflecting their pale, strangely elongated faces. I looked at them in this morphed reflection and thought: “Now. Now they are finally beautiful to me” as the flowers mocked me from their high thrones.

» Posted By Shmooack On 07.20.2010 @ 2:56 pm


Commit? Didn’t we already have this word? I’m confused. I just wrote about this.

Oh well. Okay well…I’m not afraid of commitment. Infact, I need it. I need something to focus on and to live for? hmm. Yeah, it’s good.

» Posted By Shmooack On 07.20.2010 @ 10:59 am

Why won’t you just tell me why you can’t like me? You’re afraid of what? Losing me as a friend? I promise. I love you, as a friend, or as something more. Just take the chance, you dummie. Live your life. Do it.

» Posted By Shmooack On 07.19.2010 @ 3:03 pm

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