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Dolls are strange and creepy things. Their plastic faces always smile back, no matter what pain we feel inside. Their sadistic, plastic grins that no one can get past unless, of course, you melt them–be it with a magnifying glass, torch, match, what-have-you. These are the things we fear. These are the things we love.

Posted By Andrew On 04.27.2010 @ 7:10 pm

Lost on a deserted Island. The lone survivor attempts to find shelter food and water. He feels all alone; in outcast on an uninhibited island.

Posted By Andrew On 04.20.2010 @ 10:46 am

propel. it means to move, I think. But that doesn’t really matter. all I think about when I hear propel are manittees getting chopped up in propellers, and that makes me sad. I love manittees, they’re my second favorite animal, next to hedgehogs of course.

Posted By Andrew On 04.18.2010 @ 1:08 pm

she wore such a beautiful dress that day. I could not explain the thoughts going through my mind. To take it off would ruin such beauty. I’ll save that for the sweat pants.

Posted By Andrew On 05.19.2010 @ 2:52 am

regardless of what you may think but i am in fact a super hero. i have been fighting crime and cleaning up the streets of new york for 15 years now. however for the great deeds that i accomplish, i receive no thanks from my fellow citizens.

Posted By andrew On 05.03.2010 @ 10:12 pm

he always placed his drink directly on the coaster. it was another of his many quirks. straightening objects that were out of line, always saying words twice, flicking the lightswitch over and over, even insisting upon thoroughly washing his hands after each murder victim… he was a strange man, of many strange habits. of that there was never any doubt.

Posted By andrew On 04.15.2010 @ 2:46 pm

Eat Fresh!!

Posted By Andrew On 04.14.2010 @ 10:06 pm

I love subway’s 5 dollar foot longs, especially since they made any regular footlong 5 dollars! My friends and I can go there at any point during the week and feel satisfied with our purchases. Not only are there subs amazing, they have the best cookies ever! Okay, maybe not the best ever, but they are quite delicious!

Posted By Andrew On 04.14.2010 @ 10:03 pm

the smell lingers on your clothes and goes with you whereever you go. people stare at you on the bus, loike their wonderig if you work at a meat proccessing plant or something. the stares – the horrible stares ea

Posted By andrew On 04.14.2010 @ 9:10 pm

so fake you’d never even think it had once belonged to a sultan. it was the finest synthetic available in the 1700′s, but then there weren’t a ton of options at that time, were there?

Posted By andrew On 04.11.2010 @ 4:50 pm

this is a hairpiece that a person will wear when they go bald or need some hair in order to impress some ladies. Overall, if you wear a wig, you want to hide something. A wig is also the female component of a toupee for a man. The wig will help you to look better in a person’s eyes.

Posted By Andrew On 04.11.2010 @ 2:30 pm

I am well. My body is healthy, and I am alive. We take it for granted so much, considering the destruction that people endure all over the world. We are well and they are not.

Posted By Andrew On 05.03.2009 @ 5:56 pm

I press my lips to yours and it’s like the ink that stains your azure blouse that you love so much. You beat yourself up for leaving the pen I gave you in your pocket.

Posted By Andrew On 05.16.2009 @ 2:50 pm

pen. wrighting.words. letters. paper

Posted By andrew On 05.16.2009 @ 1:17 pm

a taarrable place! with medasien.i hate it

Posted By andrew On 05.15.2009 @ 4:54 am

The meter of the poem is quick. It’s a quick meter, because I can’t stand writing long poems. It just takes way too long to finish.

Posted By Andrew On 05.14.2009 @ 7:34 pm

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm whafles!

Posted By andrew On 05.14.2009 @ 4:19 am

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm whafles!

Posted By andrew On 05.14.2009 @ 4:18 am

I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse, babe. And offer of unconditional love, and my kiss on your neck every night. Just don’t love me back.

Posted By Andrew On 05.13.2009 @ 9:54 am

giving stuff. my freind does it alot. an apple is what i offer 2 u.

Posted By andrew On 05.13.2009 @ 3:16 am

picture!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted By andrew On 05.12.2009 @ 5:09 pm

She stood, hips akimbo upon the vintage French Quarter Balcony. I gave a push. Cranberry juice mingled with Mardi Gras beads and Mimosa vomit.

Posted By Andrew On 05.11.2009 @ 9:43 pm

Romeo and Juliet cry for each other and the mockingbirds and nightingales sing their song while they stand by.

Posted By Andrew On 05.11.2009 @ 10:29 am

At dusk my heart goes out and finds a woman. She’ll see me through till morning, where it’s an overcast day. The twilight lies make me sleep sound.

Posted By Andrew On 05.10.2009 @ 11:34 am

I am going to channel Cormac and Andrew and Alfred and Samuel. They are the ones whom I admire.

Posted By Andrew On 05.09.2009 @ 2:08 pm

I’m going to be charged with the crime Of loving too much And wanting too little Because most people can’t understand that you Don’t have to charge a fee for affection.

Posted By Andrew On 05.07.2009 @ 4:37 am

I’m gonna win and be winsome. I’m gonna hand and be handsome, honey. This is a crazy night when I’ve got be free, But baby, I’m gonna be busy all night long.

Posted By Andrew On 05.05.2009 @ 5:47 pm

I wrote about pretend yesterday, but here goes: It sounds a little like pretense, even though I don’t really know what that means. It’s like the child of pretense and contend, neither of which has a clear meaning to me.

Posted By Andrew On 05.05.2009 @ 4:40 am

I like to pretend that I’m really good at everything. That I’m really good, in general.

I never play pretend any more, though. Over spring break, while I was a camp counselor, I played a fantasy game that lasted all week with some of the campers. It was kind of nice.

Posted By Andrew On 05.04.2009 @ 4:38 am

Gravel is a really weird thing. What’s in gravel? What kind of stuff goes into gravel? More impiortantly, who the heck is making and producing and packaging gravel? COuld you imagine the embarrassment of being a gravel packager? God, that must be humilitatin. To spend 40 years carting little rocks around and then die. And become gravel.

Posted By Andrew On 12.29.2008 @ 11:04 pm