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when you get to see peopled
» Posted By laurel On 03.17.2017 @ 11:54 pm
grapes, people crowds of people and lots of flowers and hair and ribbons in a bunch on someones head. People gathered around in large groups are called a bunch too. Ropes and ladders are in bunches as well as carrots and other veggies are in a bunch. Clothes bunch up too
» Posted By laurel On 01.19.2016 @ 3:12 pm
Who can say what the audience will choose when studying their faces and their claps… The inner thoughts of everyone are indeed a mystery, but everything has a common thread and the thoughts of the strong seem to overpower the weak, into a sort of group think, sometimes divided into groups like the so called thinking of this country’s audience.
» Posted By Laurel On 02.24.2015 @ 6:30 pm
Make me feel so elegant, so elegant I am Kesha except I live in Oakland and have no money and have real black friends, not fake ones. Because I’m cool. Help me get away from the rest of the world it is so dumb I would just rather ignore it than be a part of it.
» Posted By Laurel On 10.15.2014 @ 11:12 pm
“Does it hurt?” She asked, he turned around and gave her a grin and a shrug. The flayed skin moved as he pushed his shoulders up and let them fall down.
“Hardly at all.”
What a fool.
» Posted By Laurel On 09.22.2014 @ 9:32 pm
I have to write about glowing again? Who gives a shit about that? Glowing reviewers? Glowing accolades? Glowing performances? I am about to glow this shit out of this place! No, I’m not really concerned with how well others think I do, I just want to entertain as a part of the ensemble and would like to do my very best and for people to like the whole play.
» Posted By Laurel On 09.04.2014 @ 2:56 pm
It is completely unfounded that I am a girl in the U.S. with three brothers and a lovely mother and a kind father and so I have the right to be completely happy all the time because of all this happenstance.
» Posted By Laurel On 08.19.2014 @ 11:43 pm
How difficult is this to overcome? How is it that even when I don’t think I’m depressed anymore, I just quit therapy, I’m feeling good about just about everything in my life, I’m in the best relationship I’ve ever been in and have high hopes for the future but I am also able to exist in the moment and feel good about where I am right now and the rate of the progress I’m making, how is it that even now, it is extremely difficult to get myself to DO ANYTHING when I am at home on my day off???!!!
» Posted By Laurel On 08.13.2014 @ 3:59 pm
I’m on a quilted dream right now. No idea what is coming but I am ready and willing to tie it all together into one big patchwork life. I mean, it already is i guess, it’s just starting to really take shape and even though I don’t know certain aspects of it, ones I thought were some of the most important before it started coming together, I am liking what I can envision and have full faith that it will make a fine image in the end. Also, there will be skipped stitches and fires and too much fluff in spots and I’m running out of quilt metaphors, having never actually quilted in my life, but you get the idea. It’ll get shit on, but I’m thinking it’ll still be quite beautiful. I need for it to be beautiful, above all other adjectives, and I will make it so.
» Posted By Laurel On 07.19.2014 @ 12:24 am
I am so delighted to be here right now! So fucking thrilled. Thrilled to be alive in the mess of humanity on the fucked up planet of earth, in the vastest vastness beyond imagination of the universe, so insanely vast that in my lifetime, nothing from earth will even come close to discovering what is out there. It’s super cool to think that there is more to life than the little moment we have here in a single human body on a single planet, but why would that be so? Why not, I guess, but really, how? and why? and wherefore? Well, like I said, I am truly delighted right now. Love is everything.
» Posted By Laurel On 07.15.2014 @ 11:31 pm
The typhoon was a fiend of chaos. It took order within its hands and crushed it into an unrecognisable entity of uncertainty and despair.
» Posted By Laurel On 12.01.2013 @ 9:39 pm
» Posted By Laurel On 11.22.2013 @ 5:27 am
I think we may have overcooked it. Last night. And the night before. And every time we ever even tried to “cook” it. It got hard and rubbery, and frankly indigestible. But we kept cooking it nevertheless, thinking somehow that we could salvage it if only it were cooked a little more. He cooked it some more, then I did, back and forth and back and forth, each of us thinking only “I” can cook it right. We cooked it a little in the morning, then from our respective job places during the day. Then, finally, we threw it away. It was never gonna be consumable anyway, and then, after being boiled to mush and burnt to a crisp, together, we threw it out in mutual disgust, finally agreeing on something. And then we agreed on another, then another and another, until we remembered what was really there, lurking just beneath the murky surface of the “it” we insistently cooked. We finally saw the light, the joy, the wonder again, like a big fresh scoop of Thrifty brand cotton candy flavored ice cream, (trust us, it tastes like creme brulee), that we could happily spoon together, and that never needed cooking.
» Posted By Laurel On 10.26.2013 @ 1:18 am
Peppers are hot, and very spicy, although some can be sweet. I love frying and cooking them, to add to a dish. Sometimes, I imagine sitting at home eating them, not caring. I want to share them with someone. I want someone else to feel the heat, someone to stuff them into our mouths and joke around. Someone to cook salads with and then eat it all while watching a movie, Peppers are wonderful.
I love peppers.
» Posted By Laurel On 08.01.2013 @ 10:27 pm
the backlit air of the theater was remarkable. no one knew why it was executed that way, but it had a profound effect on the theatergoers, many of whom had come that night expecting an easy story with no weird surprises. little did they know, there was a mad genius at the helm. who was the star of the play? they couldn’t even see Scarlett Johansson’s almond eyes or pouty mouth- they only saw her hourglass silhouette and hoped it was really her.
» Posted By Laurel On 07.16.2013 @ 11:17 am
my fucking creative outlet! thats exactly what this is all about. but now, to write about the writing itself? well thats just dull. how else can i be creative with this prompt,… i dont know. just let whatever wants to flow, flow freely like the stream of piss from a babys yet to be discovered parts. I am so very uncreative when I’m trying to come up with original thought. Everyone is really. they have to allow themselves to be a vessel is all, to be open to anything that will (or just may) advance their creative pursuits. I am so ready for sleep.
» Posted By Laurel On 07.07.2013 @ 1:39 am
A prevalent concept in Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World is that true joy and happiness can not exist without the experience of true sadness and loss. So in a society where the peace and order is kept with the maintained satisfaction of superficial human wants and desires, the people are therefore bereft of ever having true happiness.
» Posted By Laurel On 06.26.2013 @ 11:26 am
The pain started in my hands and scratched its way up my arms, plaguing my bones and my joints. I accredited it to the years of misuse and the years of strain, but subconsciously I knew it was my abuse of the Magic.
» Posted By Laurel On 06.25.2013 @ 8:26 am
I want to flee so badly, but even more than that, I want to stay forever. It’s cheesy, all the things I want to say right now.. How does it always feel like it’s never happened before, and like we must be the only people in the world living on this plane of existence? How is it this good?
» Posted By Laurel On 06.12.2013 @ 7:43 pm
The crumbling buildings and the reminants of society left haunting images in the survivors psyche. They knew what it once was and now they were being forced to accept the new world, a new hell.
» Posted By Laurel On 06.11.2013 @ 3:52 pm
The journey are fun, my boyfriend gets a coach to school, I get the bus. We live the other side of the town from each other so it’s nice when I get to see him. I go on coach’s on school trips. It’s quite nice to sit and chat with your friend or merrily listen to music, I’ve had many a memorable coach trip with my best friends. I wish we could have more but that won’t be anymore.
» Posted By Laurel On 06.10.2013 @ 12:46 pm
I am about to embark on a filmic montage of beautiful moments in my life. Or rather, I’m gonna add to one thats already been started. But only a couple moments from tonight will make it, and which montage will they be added to? (Start of a relationship, or one of many trysts..?) Who can say. I’m only guessing anyway. Maybe nothing about this date will be all that noteworthy. Maybe it won’t even be a date in the end. But I’m going. This I know for sure. Guess I should tell him that..
» Posted By Laurel On 06.06.2013 @ 5:17 pm
The sisterhood of the travelling pants, or sweatshirt in our case. Whatever happened to that raggedy old thing? And what a stupid concept- the pants that fit them all. It’s cute though, and actually a poignant story of how we come to know ourselves when we our separated from the comfort of our loved ones and put in a foreign situation or place. Nothing wrong with that.
» Posted By Laurel On 06.01.2013 @ 8:38 pm
Oblique. I can’t even think of what that means. I guess it’s something about being um I dont know. Lets talk about something else. I can’t stand the rain. I hate trevor. Cant believe I let him spend the night last night, but I’m glad I was completely over him by the end of it. He is not a good person by my standards. He lies. He thinks mostly of himself. And the worst part is, he doesn’t even realize how bad he is. He actually believes he is right in the way that he lives his life and that he should be in power. It’s guys like him that end up in politics in this country. In this world. They have strong ideals but they don’t live by them at all, because really above all else they’re power hungry. Whatever the ideals may be, their true underlying ideals are those of getting ahead and having the most power. Even revolutionaries were this way. Absolute power may corrupt absolutely, but even a little power is already corrupted. This is one of many reasons humanity is doomed from the start and will never really improve. No point fighting then I guess.
» Posted By Laurel On 05.28.2013 @ 1:28 pm
I don’t have all that much clout yet in this world, but one day maybe. Guess I need to study and get good at something before that will happen. I love learning, but hate reading textbooks and dry articles on stuff. But maybe, if I discipline myself like a french parent would their child, this is an obstacle I could overcome.
» Posted By Laurel On 05.24.2013 @ 12:18 am
electrocute my mind with the waves of weblike intelligence you cast across the universe. I wonder if rays like radio waves and wireless internet magic go out into space, or if they need the atmosphere to transmit. but where would they go? they can’t just disintegrate- they aren’t matter. I wish I had more of a mind for physics, cause’ it really is interesting stuff with endless possibilities and room to wonder.
» Posted By Laurel On 04.26.2013 @ 7:00 pm
cliffs are scary to jump off of because you could hurt yourself and die, but then, that is also why people do want to jump off of them. why do people get pleasure from fear? that doesn’t make any evolutionary sense, or maybe it does because we need that extra boost after a terrifying experience to move past it. so why do we assume that animals never get fun adrenaline rushes, that its all traumatic for them? maybe the vet is like going to six flags. ever thought of that? i guess its fun for humans when we believe we wont really die, and animals have no reason (double entendre) to believe that about the vet.
» Posted By Laurel On 04.19.2013 @ 11:13 pm
I am a creature of habit. I don’t really know if that’s true yet, just wrote it. But I guess everyone is……so…. yes, I’m a creature of some particular habits. They include, drinking, smoking, having tea every morning, wanting to end the night on a slow, solitary note.. How would that be if i ever got married? and especially if i had children? Cause this is not a habit I covet and hold dear to my heart, but rather one of necessity.
» Posted By Laurel On 04.18.2013 @ 3:09 am
I was mumbling to myself in my head just now, (although I dont think that’s actually true because how can one speak softly or incoherently in thoughts), but anyway I was because I wasn’t really listening to myself, couldn’t hear the words trying to be said. my voice of reason is a notorious mumbler, but I’m trying these days to buck it up, give it more confidence, more of a voice. It would help if I started listening to it I guess.
» Posted By Laurel On 04.16.2013 @ 11:44 am
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I vine through my mind right now, A COW in the brow of my subconscious. Nothing to say no where to gooo, I have no knowledge of what I am about to do, but I know I should at least start by leaving the house so ruby can have some alone time, like the time I got today that was oh so wonderful. Ok, time to be off this darned thing. Over and out. It’s just, I dont really feel like drinking, I’m sick of moving and unpacking, and I can’t see myself getting much pleasure out of a lobster buffet. Oh well. What can one do. Inspiration can’t always strike. Just look at Syria Laurel, and then complain about your momentary boredom.
» Posted By Laurel On 04.05.2013 @ 7:24 pm