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December 26th, 2013 | 66 Entries

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  1. Consumerism is the name of the game! If I need something I can buy anything. I just hop on my computer or go to the nearest Wal-mart, right? Oh but shame, shame I can’t buy anything truly relevant, and I certainly still can’t buy your heart.

    By Sarah Pajek on 12.26.2013

  2. STRAWBERRIES STRAWBERRIES
    STRAWBERRIES STRAWBERRIES STARBERIES
    starberry’s and heart parry’s
    carries fragile fairy’s, wings shaking, shaking, no, just fluttering, actually, maybe not, look at the hinges, the resilin protein, is it amorphous? no just
    keep transforming, delegate your growth’s subconscious tasks into a complex algorithm that defines your conclusion by your assumptions,
    it’s called allometric growth, allo- meaning, hmm.. other. Not like, “Not today, maybe another,” and not like, “I like this other one.” Like:
    this one is like this other one. So allometric is a way of measuring this one thing on the body based on this other thing on the body.
    Does the wing grow one point seven times as quickly as the rate at which the leg grows? Is that a relationship that can be established? And even if it is,
    does the number of abdominal segments control the rate at which the legs grow. And that would mean even if the wings grow one point seven times as quickly as the growth rate of the legs, the legs only grows two centimeters because there are only three abdominal segments (leg length showing an allometric coefficient of about one point five); the wings are one point seven times one point times as long as the number of abdominal segments. So the wings are two point fifty-five hundredths of a centimeter. But the wings aren’t 2.55 cm.

    It was just a theory..

    Sad really.

    I am not the buyer of your happiness, I am the provider. That makes me happy. Simply. And complexly.

    By Yours Truly, Bête on 12.26.2013

  3. BUYER OF TYPOS; one point seven times one point five* times as long
    which is two point fifty-five hundredths

    By Yours Truly, Bête on 12.26.2013

  4. this year
    i bought into
    love, ideas, espresso cups,
    fear, growing farther,
    growing near, a bunch of seeds,
    a place to be,
    the concept of me,
    two pairs of pants
    and a sweater.

    By Sarah on 12.26.2013

  5. We tried to sell the car to the best buyer, but to no avail. It didn’t matter how much we knocked down the price. Ultimately, during the aftermath of Christmas, all we could do was haul it off for a solid seven thousand dollars to an old, frumpy man with a contagious smile and probably even more contagious head cold, which he tried to contain within a very spotted handkerchief.

    “My son will love this,” he gurgled as he hopped into the car and I heard the clanging of my manager’s heart settling against his belt buckle.

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 12.26.2013

  6. Someone who makes purchases, either for themselves or on behalf of an employer. The buyer uses some form of currency to make his purchase, then receives a product or service in return.

    By amypatmary on 12.26.2013

  7. A buyer came into the store looking for a beautiful necklace. He spotted one at the very back of the store beside a wooden stool. The necklace was hidden underneath a pile of used clothes but the buyer noticed the sparkling diamonds that were shining through.

    By karla on 12.26.2013

  8. Try selling me to the highest bidder. Sell me for the best price. Sell me and send me off and never look back and, If you can do that, ask yourself if I was ever yours to sell to begin with.

    By Foshizzlebeth on 12.26.2013

  9. The garage-sale shopper, buying up every little deal, no matter how irrelevant the purchase may be. He struts through like a peacock, showing off his glittering prizes as if everyone is watching.

    By KT on 12.26.2013

  10. Consumerism is rampant across America. The buyer has become the center of American culture. This is no longer a country, this is a shopping mall that extends from ocean to ocean. We are teaching our kids to shop endlessly, mindlessly. We do not create intellectuals; we create buyers.

    By Laura Roa on 12.26.2013

  11. There can’t be a buyer without a seller. Whether it be stocks and bonds or cocaine and heroin.
    Simple supply and demand, that’s what keeps economies going. Not very creative but that’s the first thing that came into my mind…

    By just a girl on 12.26.2013

  12. lies
    dishonest truths
    drip from their mouths like honey
    eyes bright and gleaming, they watch you
    waiting
    they are the sellers, peddlers of false promises and deceptive hopes
    and you
    you are the buyer

    By sun on 12.26.2013

  13. she was always the buyer
    always wanting more
    nothing was ever enough.
    what brought happiness?
    she believed it was pretty and sparkly things,
    but somehow
    she never could get rid
    of the emptiness
    roaring in her chest.

    By alexxus URL on 12.26.2013

  14. We’re all buyers at some point in our lives. We buy things. We use money. We run out of money. Then we have some more, but have less.

    By Josh on 12.26.2013

  15. buyer trinket, jade diamond. sandy wooden box and scraped fingers. Two for the price of one. Tourists waving money like flowers they found and picked for free. I’m here, let me buy this brass fertility trinket.

    By Fred Fingery URL on 12.26.2013

  16. we’re the ones who consume. we’re the ones who keep the system running. without us, companies would be destroyed by bankruptcy. we’re necessary for the world to run.

    By anonymous on 12.26.2013

  17. One who considers the value of and then decides whether or not to purchase an item or a service

    By David on 12.26.2013

  18. I take what comes to me. I get what I want. I see them, and I count my millions, and I hand it to them in bunches. They accept what I give them. I am the buyer.

    By SpiderwebWisher on 12.26.2013

  19. I don’t think you would make a good buyer, Pee Wee.

    AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! The entire room erupted in screaming, finishing with the robot making a cool 80’s robot laugh.

    You said the secret word!

    By Rover on 12.26.2013

  20. You can not be a buyer of affection. Money and excess material don’t create desire for someone, they don’t make you truly feel for them. You can only gain affection through understanding, acceptance, and motivation.

    By Amanda on 12.26.2013

  21. And every day I go walking through the town square, y’know that tiny little market place we used to buy coffee in every morning before sitting on the edge of the marble fountain. Only now its a place of remembrance instead of love. Children don’t dance on the cool cobblestone at the sight of autumn’s changing leaves and friends just don’t seem to get along anymore. It’s all rubble and ash from the day the sky fell, and I know you didn’t mean to, but you ruined this beautiful home for all the souls to come and you trapped so many hopeful ghosts within the falling brick. It’s such a shame you are gone as well, because the story sounds so much better when it can be told right, instead of by the buyers of Time and the sellers of forgotten Faith.

    By Madison on 12.26.2013

  22. I stand on a stage
    flexing flashing lights slicing my body into portions
    I’m blue and red and sparkling
    I’m for rent to the stars.
    I’m for rent to the night.
    I’m ready for the first buyer.

    By Conor on 12.26.2013

  23. Six buyers tood lined up at the corner. It had been thirteen years since the ban on sugar and michael’s business was soaring. His latest shipment of black market sugar cane was goimg to bring him enormous profit. At least, he hoped so. The first man in lime kept checking his rollex, so michael assumed he would be willing to cough up extra money to ensure he recieved his proper bundle of sugar. Micheal also checked his watch. It was nearly time to brin out the shiplent amd start the bidding. Who knew? Maybe he’d be able to scrape enough momey together to get a ticket out of this rickety rundown city. Michael sighed and checked his watch. Five more minutes before the auction. He just hoped there eouldn’t be another raid like last week. That had nearly landed him in jail.

    By Tootles. on 12.26.2013

  24. “You the buyer?”
    I started, jerking away from the fence at the sound of the voice. “Y-yeah, er, yes. I mean,” I took a breath. “I’m Tala Ranir,” I held out my hand.
    She eyed it for a long moment before taking it in her own, calloused palm making my own feel unbearably soft by comparison. “Lena Ray,” she said, inclining her head. “Sole owner and proprietor of Sunshine Oaks,”

    By S.C. Lovelace on 12.26.2013

  25. I came back from the war the same year it ended, and like so many others who returned, I found myself a lost soul.

    We had been promised glory and appreciation upon our return from combat, and I counted myself amongst those who were disgruntled with our rewards – coupons for haircuts, military discounts at restaurants. I had killed people, and my prize was a few dollars off at Denny’s.

    I had no family. No future prospects. I had gone to war ready to die, and I had managed to suffer through it. I had no fond memories of my time abroad – as far as I saw it, a soldier could be a criminal on any other day. It was our morals as soldiers that kept us from becoming murderers and killers. But there were some boys that I had known who had fallen to that darkness fairly easily, the darkness of skies blackened by smoke and screams throughout the nights. They did things that the rest of us turned our backs to, because while we frowned upon it, we understood that not all of us are as strong-willed. So a lot of us came back disenfranchised.

    I understand that soldiers who return are prime candidates for organized crime. It makes sense to me now, having lived this life, but at the time – when I was originally approached – I thought it was ludicrous, offensive. I accepted only because I had been assured that I would not be asked to hurt anyone. All we had to do was meet the buyer – and I was to be the insurance. Nobody wants to fuck with an ex-Marine, right? Exactly.

    Naturally, things changed rapidly, and before I knew what was going on, I was at the center of it all.

    By T. on 12.26.2013

  26. I came back from the war the same year it ended, and like so many others who returned, I found myself a lost soul.

    We had been promised glory and appreciation upon our return from combat, and I counted myself amongst those who were disgruntled with our rewards – coupons for haircuts, military discounts at restaurants. I had killed people, and my prize was a few dollars off at Denny’s.

    I had no family. No future prospects. I had gone to war ready to die, and I had managed to suffer through it. I had no fond memories of my time abroad – as far as I saw it, a soldier could be a criminal on any other day. It was our morals as soldiers that kept us from becoming murderers and killers. But there were some boys that I had known who had fallen to that darkness fairly easily, the darkness of skies blackened by smoke and screams throughout the nights. They did things that the rest of us turned our backs to, because while we frowned upon it, we understood that not all of us are as strong-willed. So a lot of us came back disenfranchised.

    I understand that soldiers who return are prime candidates for organized crime. It makes sense to me now, having lived this life, but at the time – when I was originally approached – I thought it was ludicrous, offensive. I accepted only because I had been assured that I would not be asked to hurt anyone. All we had to do was meet the buyer – and I was to be the insurance. Nobody wants to mess with an ex-Marine, right? Exactly.

    Naturally, things changed rapidly, and before I knew what was going on, I was at the center of it all.

    By T. on 12.26.2013

  27. It was dusk when she finally arrived at the market.

    Eyes frantically searching any buyers that were still opened, she nervously fidgeted with the frayed edge of her worn wool shawl. She looked like any other struggling peasant of the kingdom: old and handmade dress out of a blue cotton fabric, torn tights and scuffed shoes; her dark brown hair hung limp from not being washed giving it an almost black color, it was pushed out her face with a scrap piece of white material.

    Her blue eyes caught the local fisherman teenage son, a vile boy who always made leering comments towards her and every other walking female their age.

    She didn’t want get food from him, but she and her brother were becoming desperate for anything.

    She gritted her teeth and tensely made her way to him.

    “William…”

    By Korey on 12.26.2013

  28. the market is open on sundays till one
    i hope you can make it

    but what you want is not what you need
    and it took me a long time
    to realize this

    By bh on 12.26.2013

  29. a woman, in her late 30’s walks into a store. expecting to buy her weekly groceries and attempting to flirt with the adorable cashier. well, that didn’t work out for her very well,

    By Peyton on 12.26.2013

  30. Magazines cluttered the tables, filling any surface which might have been considered usable. They screamed about the latest deal which you just couldn’t miss; opportunities everyone would all be talking about; you could buy the thing you just had to have to make you complete, now 15% off. The woman who lived among the vacant eyes stairing out from shiny covers believed them. She was busy buysing her perfect life, she had no time to clean.

    By Beth A on 12.26.2013

  31. None the wiser I buy into life — wondering why the easiest things are the most difficult to attain. I want what I can’t have and forget what I do.

    By Jeremy on 12.26.2013

  32. Buyer always has the right because he’s making an investment in your product. You should learn from his feedback, but that doesn’t mean you should incorporate everything. Just the small things, enough to make it optimized.

    By Adrian George Nicolae on 12.26.2013

  33. consumer. person who wants. someone interested. a man who goes to farmer after farmer to find the right kind of sheep for his flock, so that he can breed his sheep with the new sheep, and make something better from those who want to buy from him. a person caught in a vicious cycle, always selling and buying and wanting more.

    By Lula on 12.26.2013

  34. He had been planning this scheme for months, most of which involved waiting for the right game to come along. Once it had presented itself, things moved quickly, and it took him no time at all to find a buyer for the opportunity he was selling.

    By tonykeyesjapan URL on 12.26.2013

  35. It was so hard to cut a deal on car insurance, but Sayaka knew just the place. They’d welcome any customer, at any hour, rain or blizzard be damned. And somehow, she had crashed enough cars that she felt certain the clerks there knew her like family. They’d definitely console her about her recent break-up as well.

    By Setsuna on 12.26.2013

  36. The buyer stumbled around the corner of the building, eyes bloodshot and hands coated in a dusting of fine white powder. He looked wildly left, right, then settled upon me. His lips pulled back to reveal rotted teeth clenched in a sinister smile.

    By WearyWater URL on 12.26.2013

  37. She moved towards him, subtly hitching up her skirt. He would want her. He would want her if it took all her wiles and wits, he would want her. The big, broad-shoulder man eyed her from afar, his supple leather wallet held loosely in his hand and he watched the wispy auctioneer approach with feline grace. His steel-grey eyes traced and retraced the line of her leg, as it grew and diminished with each steps as her sheer skirt rose and fell.

    By Gina on 12.27.2013

  38. Lucilda couldn’t believe herself! She had actually stolen away from her master for a few precious moments to run around the market with whatever savings she had secretly stashed away in her rags. She quickly found a small stall with an owner and no buyers. Lucilda walked up with confidence and looked at the wares displayed. The giddy young woman picked up a small gem, which was eagerly awaiting for such a buyer. “I want to buy this, please.”

    By Rosheen on 12.27.2013

  39. Consumer. Buys and buys and buys. Buys anything from food, electronics, homes, love, respect, and other things. This is what we all are at some point.

    By Jenny on 12.27.2013

  40. She became a reckless buyer of financial products which were beyond the realm of her understanding. It was dangerous. And unbelievably profitable.

    By pip333 on 12.27.2013