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The man comes to this street every day, he observes and every time he would suddenly get furious at the sight of trash lying on the street outside his house. He would rush into his house and grab a broom. With a few swift sweeps, he would throw off any visible trash together with those rubbish that are invisible to the naked eye that are present at the molecular level. Don’t blame this guy for his anger, he has issues with cleanliness. He Hates Litter.Posted By - On 01.17.2013 @ 2:44 am
I’m ready to collapse into his arms, like it would end everything now. All my stress and irritation, all my worries, everything- if he could just be here and if he could just hold me everything would be better. It would be perfect.
He’ll be here soon. Maybe then things will get better.Posted By - On 08.04.2009 @ 4:51 pm
Collapse. I think of a cardboard box immediately. I think of how we associate a sound, with an action. Should I write a story right now or a poem? Does it matter? Do I matter? Note: Make an effort to look at the sky today, and I mean really look at it and appreciate it.Posted By - On 08.04.2009 @ 2:20 pm
Survival is his middle name.
He has been fighting for his life since Day One.
To stay alive in a new world. (1) To stay alive in a house with his father. (2) To stay alive in a school with no friends. (3) To stay alive in a school with people who tried to kill him. (4) To stay alive as a Bad Guy. (5) To stay alive as a Spy for the Good Guys. (6) To stay alive.Posted By - On 10.05.2009 @ 8:14 pm