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i want her, the one the only my. lust for her burns at me all the time not just for a minute but eternally i feel like i can never have enough of that i crave her, her body, her mind.

Posted By andrew On 12.06.2008 @ 1:14 am

I want this I want that I wish I could I wish I had. There’s so much selfishness In me, In society, And more than anything I want to stop wanting.

Posted By Andrew On 07.22.2008 @ 2:59 pm

remember the time when I stole your heart. It was the weekend and, and, and what was going on with you then?

Posted By Andrew On 02.01.2009 @ 6:08 pm

i remember the time when i was a child. there were some memories. i am here now and i think back to say, 20 years when I was just a little baby. I was a healthy baby. I am quite thankful for being a healthy baby. I will remember that

Posted By Andrew On 02.01.2009 @ 5:21 pm

I opened the door – it wasn’t locked, and the key hung by its teeth from the edge of the plate. You know, I think they wanted me to come in. The clock on the wall? they wanted me to have it. It’s a nice clock, and the cuckoo didn’t try to bite me. It’s mine, now, hangs on the wall and chirrups whenever the hour goes.

Posted By andrew On 01.30.2009 @ 7:20 am

I am a middle child. I am in the middle in politics (or at least I like to think I am). I am usually not very hunger and not full. I tend to be emotionally neutral, or in the middle of extremes. I try to compromise or find middle ground between people.

I want to be a leader. But alas, I am a middle child and wanting more then that seems to be the duty of people who are first borns.

Posted By Andrew On 01.27.2009 @ 6:30 pm

Of the road, waiting for something. Not something that will hurt, but something that will keep going. Going farther than my eyes can reach, and my hands can grasp. I wait for this, but nothing happens. I wait still, slowly, the sun rises over the dust swept road, and I can’t feel myself anymore. Its life, and I’m trying to live.

Posted By Andrew On 01.27.2009 @ 5:31 pm

There was this time when I was in the middle of a great decision. “Do I tell her?” “Do I not?” Shall I keep my secret long, or shall I forgo the risk and take my chances. I take a risk, take a chance, and dive.

Posted By Andrew On 01.27.2009 @ 3:11 pm

I really dont know what kind of change we can expect to see here, well at least not right away. I mean sure Barack does seem like a good leader but we’ve been praising him as some sort of neo messiah. we’re all hoping he’s going to fix everything bad about our country but so few people seem to realize we need to change… not just our leaders.

Posted By Andrew On 01.21.2009 @ 1:06 am

Change can and does happen. The one constant thing about life is change. One you think or feel that nothing will ever change on you, that all is permanent – you are wrong. The most basic aspects of life change, so do the most advanced. Hope for change. Breath for change. Live for change. But don’t change just to change.

Posted By Andrew On 01.20.2009 @ 6:44 pm

Only sixty seconds? Fuck. Not happening. I’m writing this in vain.

Posted By Andrew On 01.16.2009 @ 5:48 pm

bluish spider veins crawling down his skinny legs like actual spiders, the paler his skin the deeper my gag, but, like actual spiders, they do entrance and I wonder where those legs have been, where they’re going, and why.

Posted By Andrew On 01.13.2009 @ 6:07 pm

favorite is taking a photograph of an abyss, showering it with candy and paper blossoms, framing it with gold tinfoil and the fabric of the Argonaut, betting your lot on everything it has to offer you, then waking up the next day betrayed, but still infatuated,by the kiss of iscariot

Posted By Andrew On 01.12.2009 @ 8:38 pm

favorite is the moment of liking, involuntarily liking, a passion for something so remote yet so familiar, its almost like caustic forbidden love, you don’t know why it attracts but it does, you know it, you see your face in it, it winks at you in nightmares and palms your face in the desert, but when all is said and done you have no idea why you favor it, what the bias is or the reason but you love it

Posted By Andrew On 01.12.2009 @ 8:36 pm

Now was the time. Here was the place. The plans which he had set in motion long ago had finally come to fruition. As he swung down the lever and watched the lightning arc across the body of his monstrous creation, Karl cackled with demonic glee.

Posted By Andrew On 01.11.2009 @ 12:00 pm

the word now is a meaning of the present tense meaning its in the present and happing at that very momnet in time making everything now being right in the present and partially in the future to an extent for most people…the curis part of thsi word make it so much that everyone uses it in a sentence and doesnt kno why or even how many times they use i but when they do and think about it the find that there are so many other words you could be using

Posted By andrew On 01.09.2009 @ 7:13 pm

Only he could ride the worm. No one else could do it for him. Standing on the shifting sands, he readied his Maker hooks and stood firm, awaiting the worm’s coming. He could hear the hissing noise of a distant worm racing towards him… Shai-Hulud!

Posted By Andrew On 01.06.2009 @ 5:12 am

of the bay, isn’t it? Or the way a spaceship comes in to connect with the bigger one, the Mir or whatever, with its protruding corridor – how do they always know that they’ll fit? Ikea in space in the future or what?

Posted By andrew On 12.16.2008 @ 6:38 am

the man ran quickly down the dock. It was freezing outside. He couldn’t look back, couldn’t turn around. He was running for his life.

He had never run this fast before. He was amazed at his own speed and agility. He leaped over two boxes without realizing he had even seen the boxes coming.

Posted By Andrew On 12.15.2008 @ 11:59 am

so this dock is where the boat is. and in the movie Funny Games the father and son are on the dock. mostly in the beginning. they are trying to fix the boat and like yeah um boats. dock ipod docks are where you can place your ipod to charge or listen outloud.

Posted By Andrew On 12.15.2008 @ 4:54 am

This is a word that I’m not sure how to say. I think of little Christmas balls, as well as Jesus Christ, my personal savour. Only not. Anyway, I’m going to go continue listening to a trumpet player, playing Aladin in 10 second intervals. “This is Gas-” something, from Beauty and the Beast – a movie I have not seen. I know. Stop. I also haven’t seen The Little Mermaid. Shit.

Posted By Andrew On 04.08.2010 @ 4:29 pm

The butterfly was confused. Flying around the flowerbed was proving to be more difficult than any of her flight instructors had told her. The wind was causing the flowers to wave about, chaotic, each vying to hit her and send her hurtling to the ground.

Posted By andrew On 04.03.2009 @ 10:37 pm

it was only a trace left. like faint dust and a light kiss on the lips.

Posted By andrew On 04.02.2009 @ 12:30 pm

Level is when I feel as though I need to move and be challenged. It makes me think of video games especially Mario Bros.

Posted By Andrew On 03.31.2009 @ 11:33 am

My beloved; who? I’ve had many. They say that a person can only love truly once. This is a lie. I have loved and lost and continued to love more times than I care to remember. I still live with a girl I loved. I still live with a girl I love. I will always love her, and every girl I’ve ever loved.

Posted By Andrew On 03.28.2009 @ 6:14 am

My mind. I am locked inside my mind. No matter how much I try to express myself or communicate my thoughts, I am alone in here. And it is a lock without a key.

Posted By Andrew On 03.17.2009 @ 5:57 pm

He was shocked by the sheer wind that gripped him as he walked out of his door. with each passing moment he felt another bump on his skin rising and becoming erect. he shook his head and walked down the front stairs.

Posted By andrew On 03.14.2009 @ 3:42 pm

woah. i think that there was a bug in my soup waiter. i really would like to get something else to eat. I came into this restaurant hoping to get something delicious, and i find myself munching on insects. I don’t think i should have to pay for this, but i know that it’s not your fault that its in there in the first place. so i just want something new to eat.

Posted By Andrew On 03.14.2009 @ 9:18 am

i am not deliberate. i don’t know anyone who is. what does this actually mean does it mean we know what we want what we are doing where we are going where we came from? i cannot say so myself

Posted By andrew On 07.15.2008 @ 4:08 am

scarf Rupert warm windy day Caought in a wheel scarver : motorcycle sca : type of music the worst scars are invisible arf : laughter Scarf :L a secret society of maniacs an acronymn Sca = scar = mental scar rf = radio frequency qued scared mentally by the radio

Posted By andrew On 07.21.2008 @ 8:18 am