Comments Posted By ardent bowel
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dont see the roof that someone else has designed as a barrier, see it as a renovation waiting to happen.
» Posted By ardent bowel On 12.07.2012 @ 10:42 am
The plan was simple; get in, get out. quick and clean, but nothing ever goes to plan. its a shame that i didn’t know that beforehand, and now, i regretted having taken revenge on my late wife.
» Posted By ardent bowel On 12.05.2012 @ 2:12 pm
both of them beautiful in their own way.
neither of them criticizing angrily.
both of them loving faithfully.
» Posted By ardent bowel On 12.03.2012 @ 10:38 pm
Bloody saliva spewed from his mouth, “rise! get up!” but she lay there, limp and twitching and abused.
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.29.2012 @ 12:37 pm
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.28.2012 @ 12:02 pm
above the world,
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.27.2012 @ 1:48 pm
The dim bar down the road spelled trouble, but it was Glens only chance. known for being somewhat of a ominous and sexually narcissist venue, the local bar deemed “Gordon’s” struck Glen as a place where he might find what he was searching for. shimmering black-lights flickered more noticeably as he neared its odorous entryway, his feet bombarding the rough, calloused concrete, blooming with weeds. confidently sauntering up to the burly bouncer, cigar smoke weaving in and out of his various facial earrings, Glen entered unscathed.
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.26.2012 @ 12:21 pm
musty, papery smell,
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.25.2012 @ 10:54 am
a geek. a total nerd. disliked by the popular crowd, he cried. so naive and insecure. one day he will realize, he will realize that those kids dont matter, that he’s better than them. sure, now he’s a complete square to them, but just they wait.
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.23.2012 @ 10:49 pm
long strides took him down a darkened hall. the concrete that lay before him was worn and damp, an ominous looking place.
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.22.2012 @ 10:44 am
Seething, stewing, working.
cooking, boiling, frothing.
slipping, hurting, annoying.
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.15.2012 @ 11:43 am
somebody told me not to worry,
but i did.
somebody told me to try my best,
but i didn’t.
somebody told me the world was perfect,
but it isn’t.
somebody told me you could trust people,
but you cant.
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.13.2012 @ 10:35 am
She was there,
staring at her elegant body;
soft and angelic,
so he drew.
a white, beautiful canvas,
made spectacular by her;
and her body.
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.11.2012 @ 3:12 pm
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Spending, she spent.
Bending, she bent.
clawing, grabbing, mutilating.
Her innards shredding up like flesh.
Her emotions fizzing and exploding into bits.
Her red torn dress,
a blatant mess.
She sat spent,
life also spent,
integrity and joy and love;
» Posted By ardent bowel On 11.11.2012 @ 10:45 am