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Trista commented on the post, planter 4 weeks ago
It sat on the back porch, dirty and rusted, collecting rain water. She had bought it with high hopes for embarking on a new start. A garden she thought, what fun. It was a short lived idea, a spark of motivation that quickly dwindled and died.
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Trista commented on the post, growing 3 months, 2 weeks ago
Inch by inch a child grows into a man. But it takes much more then biology for a man to grow into an adult. He was still a child hiding behind the camoufloug of a 3 piece suite, and a cocky grin.
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Trista commented on the post, features 3 months, 3 weeks ago
Blue gray eyes soft and telling. A small rounded nose. Skin with such pallor that it almost appeared translucent. Her features were special and beautiful, even as I gazed down upon them on the cold morgue table. She died much to young, but she affected more people then most 80 year olds have. And now it was his task to make her truly shine for her last show.
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Francesca changed their profile picture 9 months ago
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Francesca changed their profile picture 9 months ago
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Francesca posted an update 10 months, 2 weeks ago
Well, we’re all wounded. We carry our wounds around with us through life, and eventually they kill us. Things happen that leave a mark in space, in time. In us. (Six feet under)
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Francesca posted an update 10 months, 2 weeks ago
The hardest part about my work is the fact that most people don’t want a real relationship with God. Yeah, sure, they’ll pray to a man nailed to a cross, but they’ll – they’ll ignore the gay kid who gets strung up, or the black man who gets dragged behind a car, or someone’s mother living in a box. (Six feet under)
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Trista commented on the post, pits 11 months, 1 week ago
He had lost it. His mind had been devoured, deep into the pits of hell. Well not really hell, just the confines of his childhood home. They say that once you leave you can never really come back home, and now he […]
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Trista commented on the post, slight 1 year, 1 month ago
all it took was a slight slip to send her tumbling back down into the dark valley. This time she was sure she’d never crawl her way out again. But it was oddly comforting to at least be able to accept her lonely […]
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Trista commented on the post, sunglasses 1 year, 1 month ago
she once saw the world though rose colored glasses. Now she sees it through the tint of smudged darken sunglasses.
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Francesca posted an update 1 year, 2 months ago
I loved you in the best way possible.
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Trista commented on the post, residue 1 year, 2 months ago
There was a thick black residue coating her tongue in the morning. Of course, with her being who she was, a raging hypochondria, she immediately thought to sit down and write out her suicide note. She refused to […]
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Trista commented on the post, duration 1 year, 2 months ago
For the entirety of his life, George Bumpkin Barker, towed a fine line with reality. He was aware of just enough to know he was different, or special as his mother liked to call him.
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Trista commented on the post, petition 1 year, 2 months ago
“Bobby Joe, Bobby Brown, Tom Dick, Harry Walter….These all sound like some made up names to me. And, look the signature they are all the same. Nice try but I don’t think we will be adding eatable panties to the […]
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Trista commented on the post, recycle 1 year, 2 months ago
Aluminum, glass, paper. That was Leona’s life. She’d dig through her buildings trash, quietly sorting out the recyclables each and every day around 10 pm. It started as an accident, a misplaced bill that she […]
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Trista wrote about the word odds 1 year, 3 months ago
They were at odds with each other. Yet again. Like two bulls banging heads, they couldn’t ever seem to agree on the simplest of tasks. Shall we take the subway or the bus? Should we watch this movie or that, eat in or dine out? They were truly water and oil, fire and ice. Yet [...]
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Trista wrote about the word liberty 1 year, 4 months ago
She needed to break away, to get her liberty back from him. She knew it was never going to go anywhere. Years wasted, an entire youth plundered away on hope and possibilities. But what one needs and what one wants are two very different things.
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Trista wrote about the word bellow 1 year, 4 months ago
It started deep in the gut. A gurgling noise that soon began to grow, gaining strength and power as it moved through my body. By the time it passed through my lips I figured my anguished bellow would be powerful enough to reach the ears of many men. Yet, all that came out was a [...]
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Trista wrote about the word bellow 1 year, 4 months ago
It started deep in the gut. A gurgling nose that soon began to grow, gaining strength and power as it moved through my body. By the time it passed through my lips I figured my anguished bellow would be powerful enough to reach the ears of many men. Yet, all that came out was a [...]
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Trista and
Derek are now friends 1 year, 4 months ago - Load More
hi
