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I burnt my finger on my wife’s iron. it still hurts. i couldn’t get the wrinkles out of this one stupid shirt. I don’t know why i even keep shirts that are so brutal to iron; i never wear it or the two others like it.

» Posted By Travis On 10.20.2016 @ 6:54 pm


Ex,The rope is untied from my hands,your shoes are untied,

» Posted By Travis On 03.07.2016 @ 9:48 am


I am selling great things. When I was young I thought about selling a new invention to the world. Now I sell my soul daily to various parties, political and business. I am the thing I feared, I did not i understand. I am not who I dreamed. When I die, I will sell the way of the world in a story.

» Posted By Travis On 11.24.2013 @ 11:59 pm


I have an iPod that I like to use with the backlit screen but it is always dead. Like my phone, which died not too long ago. I just pulled out the camera and it shouted at me “Low Battery”. I try to keep the backlit screen dim to save the battery but that evidently doesn’t

» Posted By Travis On 07.16.2013 @ 8:35 pm


sewing in downtown London fat people get clothes that aren’t quite they’re sizes and they get upset because of how badly and tightly these newly knit and loomed clothes fit them. This causes large riots of very large people who attack Parliament. They get funky with it and decide that this is all too exhausting

» Posted By Travis On 05.11.2013 @ 8:58 am


I was standing on a bar of soap the other day and when I realized it was when I slipped and fell on the back of my head. I passed out and didn’t wake up for 7 hours! I will never stand on a bar of soap again… unless i’m on my soap box

» Posted By Travis On 05.09.2013 @ 12:48 pm


If there’s a will there’s a way. A must is something that has to be done, and if it must be done, than I will do it. There is no room for failure, just perseverance. If an obstacle is in your way, you must find a way around it. There’s no such thing as going back, same as there’s no such thing as yesterday, only today.

» Posted By Travis On 01.07.2013 @ 7:13 pm


The nose knows what the smell knows it knows.

» Posted By travis On 12.22.2012 @ 6:34 pm


Scatter! The humans are coming! Scatter or they’ll catch you. Run! Hide!” the rats scatter for fear of being caught.

» Posted By travis On 12.21.2012 @ 5:16 pm


Ever changing, ever flowing, always in motion. Seasons are life. Life is the seasons. From hot to cold. Good to bad. Always the only constant in life is the seasons. Just as there is always summer and winter, there will always be good and bad in this life. And as humans we must weather it all and stand tall in the face of everything. In the face of life.

» Posted By Travis On 12.20.2012 @ 1:42 pm


i dont know this word. it sounds kind of dark like sayin it out loud it sounds wierd to me. i have no clue what this word could mean because i have never heard it used before.

» Posted By travis On 12.20.2012 @ 9:57 am


Broken. The opposite of functional. “Boy that guy is not functioning properly”. A group of people (i.e. family) who’s interactions destroy rather than create.

» Posted By Travis On 09.13.2012 @ 11:04 am


What is the point of refusing you i know i cant really say no. my resolve is weak my strength is not what it used to be.

» Posted By travis On 08.28.2012 @ 9:37 am


In the event that you should experience an event, keep calm. Never be afraid if the uneventful……ever.

» Posted By Travis On 08.19.2012 @ 7:21 pm

In the event that you should experience an event, keep on the calm. Don’t be afraid of the uneventful…..ever.

» Posted By Travis On 08.19.2012 @ 7:18 pm


texts. they always had made my day. but this morning, the text had ruined it. Yes, it was only 7am, but my day had already been destroyed by the simple message that i got last night while i was sleeping. this morning was my first chance to see it.

» Posted By Travis On 08.10.2012 @ 6:14 pm


To harness a day… to grapple it, to take it by it’s head and yank it towards you into a headlock, that’s a goal of mine from here on out. I sincerely feel it catching up with me: wasting days doing what might seem fun, overall, but when dissected, is nothing more than perpetuating the lack of productivity by “staying busy” through constant lack of focus. I gotta get my shit together. Gotta make some changes. Gotta harness today.

Also, watched Dragon Tattoo last night and the harness Skarsguard (tell me i spelled that correctly off the top of my head…) put Daniel Craig in was one of the more legit harnesses I’ve seen in movies. Then he got got. . . of course.

» Posted By Travis On 07.03.2012 @ 7:19 am


Motion, an action involving movement or a plan in getting furthered swaying arms is motion or me being a success is in motion.

» Posted By Travis On 07.02.2012 @ 11:07 am


Cap cap cap. I just shot three times, but what did I shoot? Did I “pop a cap in his ass” or did I throw a soda cap. Am I wearing a cap? Cap cap crap.

» Posted By Travis On 06.03.2012 @ 8:42 pm


Man, writing can be such a hassle. I have so much stuff to do, and so little time to do it. Why then should I waste time putting my thoughts down, pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. Because its worth it. That’s why. Any thing I have to remember is a hassle, but this lets me process like no other thing can.

» Posted By Travis On 05.31.2012 @ 1:59 pm


The reporter stood over him, out of breath, while the rain smacked against the plastic hood of his parka. After two and a half years, she’d found him, huddled in the dark under the rain like a frightened cat. She held the microphone by the cord, letting it dangle and sway. It dropped and made a muffled thud against the wet, cracked black pavement of the alley as she put her hands on her knees, exhausted from running, exhausted from having been running after James Landry for what felt like her whole career.

» Posted By Travis On 05.31.2012 @ 4:59 am


Sequoia is the architecture res hall on campus. There are so many beautiful buildings in this world because of architecture. IT requires the marrying of art, math, science and a bit of luck to create a truly inspirational building. Personally, I am not really sure what kind I like, but gothic is pretty cool. I love how architecture buildings on campus are always the ugliest.

» Posted By Travis On 05.30.2012 @ 2:47 am


I just read Oh The Places You’ll Go. . . And I feel as if I’ve meditated. To see “disregard” come up is somewhat serendipitous, because I’ve done what I’d kinda swore off that I’d never do, which is have a New Year’s Resolution. I know that to attribute changing your life because the dates change is kind of arbitrary, but the timing was right and my resolution was one that I think many people my age would love to follow: Give a shit about less.

I’ve slowly but surely been trying to shake the noise, the constant inundation of knowledge and information and experiences and noise, there’s so much out in the world that it’s overwhelming at times and I’ve spent more than a few mornings shackled by my blankets, scared of putting my feet on the floor. But to disregard that emotion, as well as others that have been weighing me down or turning me off course making me think twice. . . This week, I’ll disregard them and be tactful in not giving a shit. To stomp my foot in such a way, on here, seems disingenuous and dramatic, but I gotta vocalize it somehow. And it’ll be good to read this a few weeks from now and look back and remember that I did it, that I’m capable of doing it and having been in worse spots before, this one’s just a moment from being the impetus for greatness.

Oh the places you’ll go. . . as long as you go over the minute you’re allotted to write.

» Posted By Travis On 05.13.2012 @ 2:15 pm


I want to write a story here about how entrées come at a nice dinner and there’s been a bit of a commotion and I can’t believe I’ve stayed, or they’ve stayed, or I’m waiting to deliver news about leaving the country in a few weeks or that I’ve finally decided to start talking to my brother or something. . . It feels forced to do so, to conjure up something from nothing that isn’t new or original.

Sometimes I really hate writing. Not the actual writing or the creation, but the whole idea of it. . . the concept behind having to originate something, when all that’s left are reruns. It’s tough, man.

» Posted By Travis On 04.22.2012 @ 1:51 pm


He came back with a necklace made of what looked like organized but jagged quartz that’d scratch a woman’s chest and throat, a slender sliver watch that took more than a few moments to unclasp, and a multitude of earrings, some of which matched and some that didn’t. He’d grabbed a handful and kept moving, which is paramount. Besides, he thought, even if he didn’t have a bunch of matching earrings, he still had what he’d wanted to steal from that house ever since the old couple moved across the street from him a year ago, leaning against his brick fireplace.

Not bad, right? Next time, if I remember, I’m gonna link the next word to this one.

» Posted By Travis On 04.17.2012 @ 5:27 am


Everytime I sit at my desk and hope to write something eloquent or profound or just something lucid with a quasi-legitimate storyline and a character that one can buy into, I end up sounding like a Don Draper wannabe.

Writing’s tough.

» Posted By Travis On 04.15.2012 @ 10:00 pm


Once bitten, twice shy. Never really got that saying.

I envision it meaning something like “fool me once, shame on you…fool me twice, shame on me” or whatever. Now THAT I can identify with, especially with women. I’ve gone back to ex’s or had them come back to me more times than I’d like to share on a website such as this.

It’s some shameful shit.

» Posted By Travis On 04.12.2012 @ 7:25 am


Wow…heartache. We’re really pullin’ for the “emo” crowd here on this one.

So let’s dilute the overt amount of what’s bound to be poured on and get to the crux of what we should be going for here: what it means to have heartache.

Heartache is something that some can claim to have, but that’s almost like receiving a Purple Heart for accidentally stepping on a nail. To say you have it, whether true or not, is almost like saying you have wisdom: it yanks the thread of what you’re trying to sew at the same time. You can say you have heartache, but that’s more of a cry for help. . . and it’s fine to cry for help. But with true heartache, you just cry.

And yeah, that’s a cliché. But I’m not the one that put this word up so that people could drone on about people that fucked them over when they could be spending that time tirelessly battling to get “joy” back on their list. It sucks. . . to an incredible degree, and even more so when your life’s suddenly been weakened, but the sooner that I realized I was 1)better off, or 2)strong enough to trudge through and eventually out of whatever happened, it took nothing more than dropping my feet off of my bed and tying my shoes to get going again, cuz after you’ve tied them . . . you might as well get to runnin’.

» Posted By Travis On 04.09.2012 @ 12:15 am


Flight attendants aren’t what they used to be, and I’m sure everyone’s going to talk about that on here, so in an effort to be novel, I’m gonna pour one out for the little guy…
The gas station attendant, without whom I’d be lost. With no access to 5-hour energy drinks, without whom I’d lose the ability to garner gas and lotto tickets. . . I wouldn’t be able to test out a lil one-liner I’d just thought of on the ride to work if it weren’t for them, standing steadfast behind their counter like the St. Peter of petrol. So here’s to you, gas station attendant. . . You might smell like motor oil, but you sure get the world’s motor going.

(Anheuser Busch – St. Louis, Missouri)

» Posted By Travis On 04.03.2012 @ 7:17 am


I just watched Martha Marcy May Marlene, and one of the scenes, near the end, where she’s treading water behind her sister’s house. . . the lake or river or whatever body of water she was in not only looked black, but looked like it had some sort of current, and I pictured her drifting away. . .
The movie ends under different circumstances. Go watch it.

» Posted By Travis On 03.26.2012 @ 11:36 pm

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