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flowing in the wind, free flying, leaving on a jet plane dont know when ill be back again, aerodynamic, smooth sailing, ride the winds of life, peace and mellow.

Posted By Anna On 05.17.2013 @ 8:34 pm

over the arm, a shoulder to cry on. Comfortable, yet mostly bone. Supports my head.

Posted By Anna On 05.15.2013 @ 2:00 am

i could write but what would i say anything celestial sounds so forced so i’ll waste my time and doddle away. watching the clock till it’s done.

Posted By anna On 05.11.2013 @ 12:06 pm

The stories my grandmother used to tell held no importance in my life when I was a child. I just thought she was an old lady rambling about her past wanting someone to talk to. What I really wanted to do was go outside and play games with my cousins. But now as I have gotten older I see the significance in her stories. She was giving them to me to hold on to and to preserve her memory. I wish I could have seen that as a child.

Posted By Anna On 05.06.2013 @ 1:12 pm

I can’t simplify anything. Math problems, relationship problems, friendship problems. If anything I over-analyze and overcomplicate everything I get into.

Posted By Anna On 05.08.2013 @ 4:52 pm

I have a few enemies in this world. I’ll be honest and admit it. I’ll count the ones whom I’ve hurt, and who have hurt me. They are all equally as sickening to see.

Posted By Anna On 04.29.2013 @ 4:20 pm

Six years on trial he waited for his electrocution. Thinking back on his life and the monstrous things he has done. Does he regret killing all those women? Absolutely not. He only regrets not killing more.

Posted By Anna On 04.26.2013 @ 7:03 pm

it was already I’ve never played bawling but I think it’s interesting and I’d like to do it

Posted By anna On 04.26.2013 @ 11:01 am

to boil smtthing may be an egg a ball for bawling to play bawling

Posted By anna On 04.26.2013 @ 10:54 am

She sat alone at the café, lamenting the loss of her dear friend. They used to drink coffee, and say silly things. She joked with herself now. She drank her vanilla coffee, and stared out the window, into the souls of passers-by.

Posted By Anna On 04.22.2013 @ 6:14 pm

whyever would someone invent a color name like that? it makes no sense to me. It brings no sight to my mind. By now I know what magenta sorta represents, but why not simply say purple? or have I managed to forget what magenta means? likely.

Posted By Anna On 04.21.2013 @ 11:48 pm

Magenta is a color that forms/ distinguishes the meaning of royalty. Magenta is such a vivid color, mixed with purple and pink both my favorite colours. Magenta is a color not only seen by humans, but bee’s butterflies etc. Magenta is a colour.

Posted By Anna On 04.21.2013 @ 8:45 pm

Magenta is a colour us human beings see, and discover. It’s a shade of both pink and purple. Magenta is my favorite colour to express royalty.

Posted By Anna On 04.21.2013 @ 8:43 pm

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Posted By anna On 04.21.2013 @ 2:02 pm

A beautiful colour, very strange and mysterious and I’m only doing this to try out this website for my students, so yeah, whatever, I like it, hope it works, a minute is actually quite a long time, oh yeah, enough.

Posted By anna On 04.21.2013 @ 2:00 pm

i lived in a burrow once. i was a rabbit. I am a rabbit! I ate carrots when they were around, given to me, donated -just like these words. I thought a lot for a rabbit, or maybe just the normal amount. I always asked other rabbits what they were thinking about, but they just went right on looking at me. Not saying a word. Munching away. I never did find out what they were thinking, or not. I simply retired to my burrow, tired, wondering what they were thinking.

Posted By Anna On 04.21.2013 @ 4:34 am

are high, magestic and monumental with the sound of the sea beneath. it is somethong I have been thinking about for years – to see the white cliffs again. white cliffs made of chalk or something or rocks and rocky islands on Sardinia – these are the pictures evoked by the very eord cliffs.

Posted By Anna On 04.20.2013 @ 7:49 am

metro metro metro metro metro metro metro metro

Posted By anna On 04.18.2013 @ 9:57 pm

I read this wrong at first. I read it as create, then creat (?)–as in cretin, in my mind– oddly enough. But I am a creature and you are a creature. And we create, and we are sometimes complete cretins. We make mistakes.

Posted By Anna On 04.17.2013 @ 6:47 pm

if you don’t know what to say or aren’t confident enough, you start mumbling. This can result in no one understanding you. So try not to mumble!

Posted By anna On 04.17.2013 @ 2:16 am

Mumbling reveals something about each and every one of us. There are mumbles of the mind, which tell us our deepest wants and wishes. There are mumbles out loud, which tell us what we want to say, but don’t want others to know. Mumbles make up our lives.

Posted By Anna On 04.16.2013 @ 6:04 pm

Everybody want to get welfare, but not everybody understand what does it mean to have it.

Posted By Anna On 04.11.2013 @ 5:13 am

a lot of different things comming to my mind. they are perfectly white and congenial. and Canadian

Posted By Anna On 04.11.2013 @ 4:44 am

Fog drifted through the fields, settling on the remains of the mill, where a few hours ago a fire had destroyed every last bit of the families existence. Flour the was left drifting aimlessly through the air mixed in with the wintery fog.

Posted By Anna On 04.06.2013 @ 12:43 pm

I already did this, with the word vines, and i told whoever that i didnt know what they are, but that it rhymes with wines and that i like beer better than wine, not because of the taste but because of other things. But then the site said i was duplicating or something!

Posted By Anna On 04.05.2013 @ 6:17 pm

i dont know what vines are, but it rhimes with wines, and i love wine, although i like beer better, but sometimes the attitude of wine fits the situation better. its not just the taste what makes a drink good… its the whole thing, you know.

Posted By Anna On 04.05.2013 @ 6:15 pm

The journey went rougher this time. We struck into the woods and entered upon a rough time, stumbling over roots, and getting tangled in vines.

Posted By Anna On 04.05.2013 @ 3:25 am

I was aiming for the gold, I really was. But then, well I don’t know what happened, it just wasn’t enough. I don’t know how to go back to my coach now, he’ll be so disappointed!

Posted By Anna On 03.28.2013 @ 4:13 pm

The brown wheat bread crumbled between my finger. Why, oh why! Why did my favourite bakery have to be sold out of white bread? The world must be ending, that is the only way to explain it.

Posted By Anna On 03.30.2013 @ 4:14 am

A blustery storm. many people only see the destruction it leaves, but if you look closely the destruction it brings hides the way that a single tornado can bridge relationships which have been long broken.

Posted By Anna On 03.27.2013 @ 1:56 pm