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SHe sat on the balcony and he stretched out his fingers into the sky reaching for her wanting burning yearning for her and she just sat a dazed star in pure confusion wantgin for the day that he would eat her sweet bosom beaneath the starry sky. Not knowing he was there she sat on her perch and isghed as though straight out of a shakespearen novel.Posted By Amanda On 05.11.2009 @ 3:59 pm
I dropped the eggs out of the grocery sack. Ugh! What a mess. Why are eggs so hard to clean up? Slimy and messsy….
I drop things all of the time… I think I dropped my mind off at the dry cleaners this morning…and it wiped the slate clean…I can’t remember a thing.
Guess there is always tomorrow…Posted By Amanda On 05.07.2009 @ 6:21 pm
blood soaked thru his bandage. but he breathed a sigh of relief. because he was awake. and alive. and thus maybe a second chance was in order. He looked around the room. It was quite with the excpetion of a female nurse who’s face was turned away from him. He couldn’t see her butPosted By amanda On 01.02.2009 @ 5:17 pm
I never used to belong, I always tried to fit though. It was so weird being a little girl in a big country, constantly unnoticed. Society divided by class but moving as one giant herd. I wonder what it would be like to live in a land, population of five. Everyone coexisting peacefully (or not so peacefully) but intimately all the same. I wonder a lot of things – what it would be like if dogs had opposable thumbs.Posted By Amanda On 12.14.2008 @ 8:48 am
I want you. your body your hair your mouth tastes sweet candy jelly beans bright and colored like my life so hard and chewy so soft and hard this is sexual . too sexual. want to keep it clean but cant. I’m horny. writing in a way so provacative and lustful. sweating. nervous.Posted By Amanda On 07.22.2008 @ 9:01 pm
I wish I could be with him, and I wish I was older. I wish I could be what he wants, and I really hope I am. I wish we could be happy, and I wish we could stay that way…and I’m glad I found him this early, but I wish it would go my faster. I wish I didn’t have to wait. I wish to be with him,Posted By Amanda On 12.09.2008 @ 6:22 pm
I remember that I can’t remember things very well. I like trying to remember shit and I usually remember well if I can think long enough. Like a camera, I have to take shit in and out of focus. It’s pretty cool actually, like expanding the lense or some shit. XD Pretty awesome actually. But if I don’t focus it’s a big, black whole. I hate that part.Posted By Amanda On 02.01.2009 @ 8:10 pm
this was the word claire told me to look for. i dont know how i would find her story, though. i remember when we first became friends and the first time i told her i liked her and the first time we kissed and the first time we slept together, lying on missy’s cot, listening to that sean kingston song. beautiful girls. that was our sond for the summer. beautiful beautiful girl.Posted By amanda On 02.01.2009 @ 5:25 pm
Middle sister. Stuck in the middle. While some people give middle a bad name, it can really be the best place to be. The middle of a really good book is much better than the end, no matter how satisfying the conclusion. My middle, my waist, is the smallest part of my body, which I very much like.Posted By amanda On 01.27.2009 @ 2:39 pm
the princess with her golden ringlets sauntered down the lane smelling the flowers. as she happeend across this old bridge she thought to herself do i dare cross as it looks like it could fall into the river below! a gondola type boat appeared from out of nowhere and she hopped down into it and started down teh river on her own but just then a crocoldile chomped the boat in half with an evil little grin and says why helloooooo there little one-what’s for lunch today? next thing you know they’re having tea on the river bank and giggling madly at what an odd couple of friends they had become.Posted By Amanda On 01.25.2009 @ 12:36 pm
Obama says there will be change. Some people think he’s the anti-christ but I know I could never run a country – and I admire the risk he’s taking. You know, that’s just asking to be criticised, being the president. I would be a horrible president, for sure. The penalty for everything would be impalement. Not really.. I’m flexible enough, but that’d be so stressful, I’d be like ‘shut up, let me rule my own freaking country”… or something.Posted By Amanda On 01.20.2009 @ 9:00 pm
There is only so much change a man can take. Changes of season, changes of time, changes of surroundings. Everything changes. The only constant is the fact that eventually something will change. Wherever you go and whoever you meet, the most common thing you will have is the fact that along the way to the point you stand in now, you went through changes to get there. That is change. That is chance…and that is life.Posted By Amanda On 01.20.2009 @ 8:54 pm
Change can be anything– loose coins jingling at the bottom of a pocket, or perhaps the slogan of our popular presidential campaign. But real CHANGE? The kind that is supposed to develop within? We learn this during yoga practices, at the end of a school semester, and at the start of a new business proposition. But real change comes from instilling the value of innovation in our pscyhe, our hearts, and our practices.Posted By Amanda On 01.20.2009 @ 6:24 pm
I used to go to dances all the time in high school. I loved to dance then. I’d dance all crazy and sexy. I still love to dance, although I’m horribly self conscious of how I look when I do it. I worry if my ass is jiggling around or if I look stupid. I haven’t been alone in my house in a long time, but I should put on some eighties music and dance by myself. That thing that says I hope you dance? I rarely choose to dance. I should work on that.Posted By Amanda On 01.19.2009 @ 2:41 pm
I used to dance when I was little. I never liked it, though… I mean… I liked it and everything. I thought it was fun. I liked watching myself dance in the mirror! but I think I stopped liking it once I started gaining weight when I was 11. I didn’t like watching myself in the mirror anymore… everyone was so graceful and slender! and there I was.
yeah, I didn’t like dancing too much after that.Posted By amanda On 01.19.2009 @ 11:37 am