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Changing, changing, always changing
Take a bit off here, a tuck off there, hem the line, chop the top
Never contented, but always customized.
Dare to be different, and that’s okay.
» Posted By Vera On 07.17.2014 @ 1:43 pm
I like to think that I don’t embellish when it comes to stories, but the truth of the matter is that just isn’t true. Embellishing is not really lying so much as adding “icing on the cake” to a story which otherwise would have been pretty boring.
» Posted By vera On 02.25.2013 @ 7:36 am
you have different systems, eco systems, technical systems, systems in your brain and body and they all have they logic. They are needed in order to keep on living and we do not know a lot about them, we know a bit about a lot of systems. This is because you cannot know everything.
» Posted By vera On 02.02.2013 @ 6:22 am
Patience is a virtue.
Virtue is a grace.
Grace was a little girl who wouldn’t wash her face.
That’s right, Grace was a serial killer.
Most of us her.
Not on the outside of course, but within us all is the secret desire to destroy and kill.
» Posted By Vera On 12.13.2012 @ 1:04 pm
You learn your entire life. Everyday, you learn new things, by seeing and experiencing things in life. This will make you a wise and knowledgable person. Best thing, in my opinion, would be to try and pass this knowledge on to future generations.
» Posted By Vera On 02.12.2013 @ 11:03 am
An incredibly annoying disease that many people suffer from. I’m glad I don’t suffer from it cause then I would have to carry an inhaler with me all the time and constantly be scared of dying from not being able to breath.
» Posted By Vera On 09.14.2012 @ 8:46 am
double. People that act for others. Sell out? Directors don’t like this?? Try to be fit so you don’t need one in the acting word… yeah??
» Posted By Vera On 05.26.2012 @ 8:35 pm
colors, cats, dogs, animals, purple pattern, same thing, rotation, order, logic, candy, things that can be quantify, what is the point of this? why do i feel i need to type out a pattern? purple pattern, 60 seconds is a long time, purple pattern, am i doing a pattern now? wow i type fast, hurry
» Posted By Vera On 03.15.2012 @ 8:52 pm
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» Posted By Vera On 10.19.2011 @ 1:51 am
i suppose that’s all you really want, right, to get in with your bloody manager. you’ve met him what, twice? how is that supposed to make you feel? happy, excited, like you really know him? i get it. i understand why this manager of yours is so much better, smarter, so much more wonderful than i could ever be. it’s the pseudointellectual prattle, the beautiful, dazzling smile, the eyes i haven’t quite got. is it really about the fact that my nose is broken?
» Posted By Vera On 08.04.2011 @ 8:43 pm
flash like a bulb take a photograph of the world like you mean it. you’re going to hell. i don’t care. i just want to watch you in the light for a moment before you step back into darkness and it’s all gone for the rest of your life. for the rest of my life. who are you, exactly? who are you to make me care so much about whether i see you in that light again, reflected in my rearview mirror? will you be there for the rest of time, stuck behind me every time i try to change lanes? fuck you.
» Posted By Vera On 07.25.2011 @ 11:26 am
morals is a good thing. i don’t even know what the hell morals mean. but its all good because im too lazy to google it. im not thinking today so lets just say morals are nice thinsg. moral thoughts? yeah. moral instincs? yeah. do i know what that means? no. but i’ll pretend i do. its all good in the hood, and im not really paying attention to the word itself im more interested in the song thats playing int he backround. all good, i’m all good. morals dont really interest me.
» Posted By Vera On 06.27.2011 @ 6:21 am
There she stood, breathless, with the beeping phone still in het hands. He hung up on her, the bastard! She gazed around, scanning her environment. The charactiristic red london phone booth had never felt so cold to her..
» Posted By Vera On 05.24.2011 @ 11:28 am
that sounds kind of like a band. a band i would like. maybe darkish, bluesy music. i’d enjoy it. deadbolt would have some deep meaning behind it and i’d just be dying to figure it out. i like it. i like you.
» Posted By Vera On 04.28.2011 @ 7:03 pm
I looked through trailers today on youtube. why? only god knows. ahha i just kinda kept clicking them without thinking. it made up for not watching a movie i wanted to see today. i dont even remember what that movie was. bye :))))
» Posted By Vera On 04.27.2011 @ 9:33 pm
the type of music that makes me feel at home and soft and cozy. the kind of music my dad plays around the fire, on his old guitar. he sings too. it reminds me a lot of the summer when i was young and chasing fireflies still. its safe and warm, and i want to learn to play guitar, too. its about small concerts and being with people who i actually enjoy. and the smell of summer, too. the grass and stained knees, eating marshmallows with my dad plays “rocky racoon” every night.
» Posted By Vera On 04.18.2011 @ 6:38 pm
fires everywhere war death fire bomb scared ahhhhhh run person in caanon circus funny guy fraeky bomb machine, Cannon,Cannon, never seen one how dare I peop[le in cannon
» Posted By vera On 12.20.2010 @ 4:39 am
The brightest moons come when you aren’t thinking, when you’re just sitting there, staring out your window, with something heavy on your mind. Then you just look up, and you see it, a big bright full moon. Like a slap in the face.
» Posted By Vera On 08.27.2010 @ 4:53 pm
Under the bridges was where we stayed, moving slowly from place to place. Under bridges, under radar. Always trying to escape too much detection, but not trying so hard we’d sneak. Not openly anyway. That would draw more attention to us, Gregory said.
» Posted By Vera On 08.20.2010 @ 4:23 pm
the jewelry stand on my bathroom counter holds one pair of earrings. They were my grandmothers-amethyst. She was one of those baffled ghosts, laconic, waiting for something to apparate because she never stood for any purpose but to wait.
» Posted By vera On 05.11.2010 @ 10:16 pm
We all belong in the same catagory. Our similiraty is in being different. Our hopes are the same: to be recognized. The reasons, the next step: all that is different. Coloncoloncolon. why. Shaiza when nothing belongs it is impossible for anything to not belong. but when all belong the world is false and a joke and surreal
» Posted By Vera On 12.13.2008 @ 8:19 pm
Working hastily but surely, Gadget hurried to install the new carborator in the ship. Once it was in, he signaled the captain to start the engine. The engine buzzed to life with a soothing hum.
» Posted By Vera On 02.24.2009 @ 6:33 am
i just read about a cat on a roof. it was a sweet story yet kind of sad. am i too a dumb animal?
» Posted By vera On 04.20.2009 @ 8:05 am
that fact that I keep getting the word evidence over and over again proves that this site is kinda of stupid after all. It is sad, because I had such hope for it. Just like other things that are sad because they aren’t as I had hoped.
» Posted By vera On 09.30.2008 @ 4:48 am
the evidence was contray to what we knew to be true
» Posted By vera On 09.29.2008 @ 4:34 pm
those eyes. that hair. I want to claim it as mine. But instead I watch. As the smile and the person light up. I watch as he jokes, and the flicker where our avoiding eyes meet. My hand touches him as I turn to go. And I want nothing more than to go back to when things worked, to when things were beautiful.
» Posted By Vera On 08.26.2008 @ 10:41 am
on the mantle, the urn. It was time. Time to say goodbye, to let it all go. Time to let him leave her, forever. Taking the urn, she left the mantle,the house, she walked quickly. not thinking back, just going. Going now.
» Posted By Vera On 08.24.2008 @ 2:12 pm
the wall rising above. Corruption within, justice without. A wall. Brick by brick. here we are, people, and that object, that wall of bricks keep us apart. Brick by brick by brick by brick. It’s only a wall. We will knock it down.
» Posted By Vera On 09.06.2008 @ 6:08 pm
THe shoe came down, from across the open sky, down towards his head. I saw it befor it hit and glanced up in an instant. There she was, glaring eyes staring down at him from atop the building. She had thrown it. How could I respond, push him out of the way? Be hit myself? Curse her forever?
» Posted By Vera On 09.04.2008 @ 10:12 pm
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We wait so long, in that expectation of the inevitable: death. Life is but the delay to that moment. It is meaningless, a moment. And time is but an element of seconds and hours and each day that could be it. And we treasure that delay. We adore it, worship it. Delay is our only means of love and happiness.
» Posted By Vera On 08.31.2008 @ 8:07 pm