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The chameleon stepped from the desert sand onto the cool rock. Its body moved from beiges and browns into grays and dark greens. It adapted to its environment. As such, for our survival, we must adapt to what happens around us.

» Posted By kd On 06.01.2014 @ 3:02 pm


i like the helium in balloons i like the fragility of it all, nothing about them will last forever, they are nothing special they provide a few moments of happiness but end in disappointment always…they fly and mesmerized until you can no longer squint to see them or they pop when the get to close to a lights

» Posted By kd On 06.28.2013 @ 3:22 pm


before i didn’t have so much to do.

» Posted By kd On 09.24.2012 @ 12:48 pm


My side ached heavily as the bat found its way against it. I felt a rib crack, and I groaned.
“Please… Stop.”
All I heard was laughter.
Another swing, another crack. I briefly tried to remember why I deserved something like this to happen to me, what I could have done…
Why me?

» Posted By KD On 08.24.2012 @ 5:44 pm


It was the principal of the school who started the trend. One day he showed up to work with his hair shaggy and sticking up – like he’d just woken. The next day, one of the more smart alecky cliques showed up to school with uncombed hair. It took a few days before half the small student body was failing to comb their hair in the morning. The teachers noticed but didn’t realize what had started the phenomena of perfectly dressed and make-upped students with wild bed head.
Kara Culpepper wanted to go back to fussing over her hair in the AM while Jen Salazar wanted to take it a step further. The principal was wearing jogging shoes today; tomorrow (and until she decided otherwise) they would all wear jogging shoes to school.
“When does this stop?” asked Sam Simpson privately to Ken Dodge. “When we all look like mini-Mr. Gracias?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Ken was preoccupied with arranging a Gracia – type cow lick on his head.

» Posted By KD On 07.30.2012 @ 6:05 am


I hover in the shelter
the shelter of your existence
my faith
I hunker down in the love I know as

» Posted By KD On 02.19.2012 @ 10:40 am


Sometimes I feel I don’t have a clue. And then I realize that God keeps giving me clues to channel my love of puzzles to explore and expand life. I am a Puzzle Solver.

» Posted By KD On 02.15.2012 @ 7:08 am


the tumble weeds blew past me. and i thought to myself “i feel this empty inside” and before me was a vast expance of sand and hills and one lonely cactus standing in the middle of it all. it was a reflection of myself.

» Posted By KD On 12.29.2011 @ 4:10 pm


fast moving vehicle in motion, loud, box cars, destruction, feeding hungry people, bringing in wealth to a community. Carries many people

» Posted By KD On 06.15.2011 @ 7:22 pm


delighted is what i am when i am with my family or my boyfriend or both. at 28, boyfriend seems so unfitting for him. he is much more. he is an inspiration. someone that makes me want to be better. and overall….the delight of my life.

» Posted By kd On 08.16.2010 @ 1:30 am


i once saw a lady with a purse, it was silver, large, more like a mini suitcase. but deffiniatly a purse. i always wondered what was in there. the contents of a purse are sopposed to sacred, but when i was maarried, i always snooped through my wifes purse.

» Posted By kd On 04.02.2009 @ 6:29 am


I scarfed down the food as quick as a wink. Then spit up on my scarf as the food came back.

» Posted By KD On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


I don’t like being startled. In fact, in makes me really really mad.
When other people get startled I think it’s a good time.

» Posted By KD On 11.02.2008 @ 1:14 am


hidden treasures are wonderful, hidden secrets are not. Hidden surprises are good, hidden mistakes are not. Hiddel

» Posted By kd On 08.22.2008 @ 11:41 pm


handle on a pan
how can i handle anything in my life when i can’t even handle anything in general
i’m not handling anything very well at all
door handle
dor knob

» Posted By kd On 11.19.2009 @ 7:49 pm


boxing is a sport i do not understand. fighting in a war is bad enough. fighting when someone insults your mother or is mean to your girlfriend is bad enough. but fighting for SPORT? What gives? To me, a sport involves a team. It involves some sort of ability or skill. Two guys beating the shit out of each other I do not understand.

» Posted By kd On 03.30.2010 @ 7:32 pm


An entirely relative thing. Think about the modern era of literature. Then the Post-modern. What are they going to do next? Poor choice literary circles. Poor choice.

» Posted By Kd On 10.19.2009 @ 7:52 pm

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