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» Posted By Prolli On 03.14.2012 @ 5:04 am
I hate abstract art. I never consider it art. I guess you wouldn’t consider me an abstract person. I like rules and tradition and normalcy. Sometimes I have abstract thoughts but when put on the spot I always think inside the box. People look down on that but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, as long as you’re a kind person and treat people the way you’d like to be treated then I don’t think there’s any reason for you to be or feel judged or for someone to dictate how you should behave or live your life.
» Posted By Prolli On 11.14.2011 @ 3:17 am
He was still. I knew that was coming. Dead people tend to lay still. As I had thought about this very moment in the car it had never struck me that he would still be beautiful. I thought he would be gross and I would be conscious of everyone waiting for my reaction while feeling utterly empty and not being able to offer the right one.
» Posted By Prolli On 10.28.2011 @ 5:14 am
I couldn’t relate to him on any level. It went beyond that. I hated every fiber of his being. Just his very presence made my blood boil. Often, when he talked tears would come to my eyes, tears of rage, even when he wasn’t saying anything bad about me. He could’ve been talking about how cute bunny rabbits were and I’d still envision his death a thousand times over.
» Posted By Prolli On 10.21.2011 @ 5:33 am
Honestly, nothing comes to mind. Just the image of a guy wearing mirrored sunglasses with a flamboyant pink feather boa screaming into a microphone over a large crowd “Shoutout to all my friends”. I’m really not sure why that comes into my head.
» Posted By Prolli On 09.18.2011 @ 7:15 am
He reached into his tobacco pouch. The pouch in question was small, brown and suede. It rather pleased me and so I asked, politely, if I could have it.
“No you certainly may not” he replied primly, “My grandpa gave it to me, it has sentimental value”.
Of course, now that I couldn’t have the pouch, I needed it.
» Posted By Prolli On 09.17.2011 @ 6:23 am
I’m average. I kind of hate being average. Sometimes I feel like maybe I’d prefer to be below average just so I’m not so boringly average. Then I think that’s a lie. Who wants to be below average? But I don’t want to be average either. I want to be special and unique.
» Posted By Prolli On 09.16.2011 @ 7:38 am
I want to be his muse. To inspire him. To remind him of all things beautiful and creative and deep. I want him to take photos of me as I smoke while strumming a guitar naked on his bed and be pale, skinny and tattooed. But that will never happen. I don’t even know who I refer to when I say ‘him’ and I am not the type of person to strum guitars naked on peoples beds. I’m in no way artistic or bohemian or any of the things those images inspire.
» Posted By prolli On 07.30.2011 @ 7:06 am
“You look ill”
Those were the first words my mother said to me. We hadn’t seen each other in months and that’s the first thing she says to me.
“Yeah I’ve been doing a lot of heroin”
“Hmmm? What did you say sweetie?” Her eyes were trained on something behind me, “Oh honey why didn’t you get a suede couch? Leather couches are just so trashy”
I sighed “Never mind”.
» Posted By prolli On 07.25.2011 @ 5:47 am
The flower and the colour. Don’t really like either. Too pretty, and boring.
» Posted By prolli On 07.22.2011 @ 7:57 am
The sky was violent, echoed by the thrashing waves on the beach. I found it beautiful. It’s like everywhere I looked there was blue chaos and then there was me, still there, still intact. Amongst the writhing anger, I was the only distinguishable piece and it made me feel whole.
» Posted By prolli On 07.21.2011 @ 6:03 am
She stared at the trophy in her hands and for maybe the first time in her life felt guilty. All around her were the sounds of cheers, laughter and happiness but she knew that it was undeserved. She had cheated. Beside her stood Eric, beaming and clapping. What would he think, she wondered, if he found out?
» Posted By prolli On 07.18.2011 @ 7:35 pm
I’ve decided to stop smoking. I made the decision after having a cough that lasted two weeks. For now, I don’t regret the decision but I’m still kind of sick and sore throatey so obviously it’s easy to resist them. I found a packet of cigarettes in my room, there was only one left in there, a sign? I hope not.
» Posted By prolli On 07.16.2011 @ 10:52 pm
I adjusted my bow then stared at my reflection.
“It’s going to be okay” I thought with a sigh, “You can do this, no one will judge you”,
But what if that wasn’t true? What if I stuff up? What if everyone laughs, or no one claps or everyone starts thinking I’m a loser? It wasn’t like me to do something like this and now I remember why.
» Posted By prolli On 07.15.2011 @ 12:46 am
I watched as he fashioned a paper crane from the brown paper bag. It distracted me momentarily, perhaps that was his intention. Silence permeated the air and hung around us like a wet T-shirt.
» Posted By prolli On 07.04.2011 @ 7:11 am
My mother brushed my hair and then put in a braid. For a while, we stared at our reflections in the mirror. Her, beautiful, with brown almond shaped eyes and thick black hair. Me, blemished, a large scar running down my face, from my eyebrow to my chin.
» Posted By prolli On 07.01.2011 @ 6:20 pm
He once had morals she thought sadly, although it had been a while since he had displayed any signs of acting out of a greater good. All of his actions now were a result of his selfish wants and desires. Perhaps becoming a criminal is simply the next step when one loses ones morals. However, now she found herself in a pickle, to tell the police or not?
» Posted By prolli On 06.27.2011 @ 8:09 am
I am studying science at unversity. Well, I am not doing too well. It’s merely laziness and a lack of interest. Perhaps deep down I find it really hard and am scared to admit that I am stupid and don’t understand something. Really, I never understood cells. So tiny, what are they made of, how are there things inside them? They must be even tinier, and what are they made of? The concept of tiny sacs of fatty liquid being a huge part of the human body amazes and confuses me.
» Posted By prolli On 06.22.2011 @ 6:09 am
“I predict that the fortune teller was full of shit”
“She better not have been, I paid ten bucks for that” I muttered.
The fortune teller had told me ominously that I would suffer at the hands of an arrogant yet handsome man and that he would steal my heart and my ovaries.
“My ovaries?” I had burst out laughing, only stopping when she had trained her withering glare on me.
“Yes, my dear, I see you never having children because of this man, he will ruin your entire existence”.
» Posted By prolli On 06.21.2011 @ 7:28 am
I want to be held tightly. I want to feel warm and safe. I can’t remember if there was ever a time I had that. Sometimes I dream I’m held that way but when I wake up I realise it’s only because I was so comfortable in bed. I want someone I love to encase me in a warm safe hug that is in no way sexual, just comforting.
» Posted By prolli On 06.20.2011 @ 7:35 am
I don’t feel like smiling. Someone once told me that if you’re sad you should just smile and then you’ll feel better. I just feel like a loser, sometimes I even feel crazy. If anything it makes me more sad. So if you’re feeling sad, cry, don’t smile.
» Posted By prolli On 06.17.2011 @ 4:31 am
I turned on the radio only to hear strange noises where I should have heard my favourite music. It was a distinct noise that I was almost sure wasn’t a weird new age song.
“What the…” I said out loud though there was no one there
“And that folks was the recordings picked up by NASA from outerspace believed to be extra terrestrials. Experts are working at deciphering the language”.
» Posted By prolli On 06.03.2011 @ 9:31 pm
“It was a real domestic!” Doug insisted, his eyes wide, his mouth set firmly as though to portray complete seriousness and honesty, “The dude full punched her in the face and then kneed her in the stomach”.
It flipped my stomach to think of it.
“Yeah well… that’s not very cool” I said lamely
“Oh I know I know but… I was there! You don’t see that shit every day”.
» Posted By prolli On 05.20.2011 @ 7:57 am
I am always puzzled. I wasn’t always like that. Sometimes, I am scared that I am getting stupider.
» Posted By prolli On 04.25.2011 @ 2:26 am
I tend to go into gay twilight-esque spiels about romance on this thing and it is really now becoming a conscious effort to stop. I know what ‘alumni’ means but I can’t seem to make anything of it, college ‘alumni’ that’s all I know actually. I’ve heard it on American TV so I have a gist of what it means but apart from that couldn’t really tell you or use it in a sentence.
» Posted By prolli On 04.10.2011 @ 7:56 am
is that how you spell ‘integrity’? I guess so… Weird it looks so wrong on here but yet when I spell it it seems normal. This is such an interesting entry but they said ‘write the first thing that comes into your head’ and that’s the first thing that came into my head so really I am just maintaining my integrity.
» Posted By prolli On 04.09.2011 @ 8:57 am
The digital alarm clock blared it’s noise while the red numbers flashed. A rude awakening to say the least. I turned to Sam groaning,
“fuck that alarm clock” I muttered. Sam sighed then reached over to switch it off. He smelled like stale human but I savoured it.
» Posted By prolli On 03.29.2011 @ 3:15 am
“you’re classic” he laughed ruffling my hair
He knew it annoyed me and obviously getting your hair ruffled is annoying but it’s more than that. Ruffling my hair is like his way of saying ‘you’re a friend or a sister or whatever but you’re never going to be my girlfriend’ and when I look at his beautiful face the thought kills me.
» Posted By prolli On 03.27.2011 @ 5:54 am
The building was structured sturdily so that I felt safe within its thick concrete walls. Even as the ground shook and the furniture went flying I could appreciate the strength and manpower that went into its creation and for once I was glad.
» Posted By prolli On 03.25.2011 @ 11:56 pm
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She had a good figure but it wasn’t enough. Something within her was empty and she left me feeling empty too. Perhaps she could sense it for she clung to me like a desperate puppy but I could never love her. Despite her beauty, she left me feeling cold.
» Posted By prolli On 03.17.2011 @ 7:05 am