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thick deep in water, stuck in place. frozen in a world you don’t understand at all. too run is impossible, and you sink as you walk. so you wade again. you travel through something you don’t really understand, you walk on water, you’re free again.

Posted By Annie On 06.30.2011 @ 5:10 am

I waded through the murky waters of the Amazon river. “Aren’t there piranhas or something in here?” I asked, turning back.

The Doctor pulled up a leg of his trousers, which had several fish clinging to it with there teeth. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” he said, grimacing.

I felt something nibble at my ankle. My eyes widened. “Maybe?!”

Posted By Annie On 06.29.2011 @ 11:30 am

you say that it’s just a crush. you lov me, you always have. its pure lust , thats all she has. and everything around me is blurry, my love for you was always bullshit. i should have never trusted you and those bright green eyes staring into parts of me that i never knew existed. it was my biggest mistake loving you.

Posted By Annie On 06.29.2011 @ 9:23 am

he says it’s just a crush, that we’re in a relationship , that you love me but lust after her. how can i believe you. i had a crush on you once, and it was small then spiraled, then became something crazy, something intense, something ….that i thought was beautiful. how fucked up. and to think i really thought you cared.

Posted By Annie On 06.28.2011 @ 6:26 pm

i watch you spinnning around the corners of my mind, filling me with something i can’t describe. i’d say i love you but it’s too damn confusing, but the want just keeps filling me up. it’s something dangerous, something not quite there, something filling the places of my mind that i don’t want to find. it’s you. it’s always been you. and that scares me beyond belief.

Posted By Annie On 06.27.2011 @ 8:24 pm

What you truly believe is right or wrong. It really shouldn’t pertain to society, it’s an individual belief. How can the government expect us all to live by the same core ethics, the same ideas of what should and shouldn’t be done? Be free. Be yourself and listen to your heart. When you give in to what society wants you lose a piece of yourself along the way. Only care for what you think is right.

Posted By Annie On 06.26.2011 @ 2:48 pm

i look at the stars and wonder, what did they know before me? is the world written on this velvet curtain, an ancient story in gilded text, the score of a symphony played again and again, a tome of braille for only god to read?

Posted By annie On 06.20.2011 @ 12:43 pm

As I sat there on the hot summer day I wondered about what they were doing. What they were saying. If they were enjoying themselves or not. Because I was aware that I wasn’t enjoying myself sitting here with nostalgia.

Posted By Annie On 06.17.2011 @ 2:41 pm

I love trains. I always become someone else when I’m on a train. It’s like magic. I look at the people, and sometimes they look at me, and everyone is real. Everyone is the center of their own little universe, yet the universes only touch when we’re together, on that train ride, and the never again. Perhaps life is like a train… we all go together, touch each other, yet we’re kind of alone too.

Posted By Annie On 06.15.2011 @ 1:14 pm

He embraced the world. He not only lived in it. He loved in it. He was apart of t. He was a component in it. He lived the fullest life he could ever live.

Posted By Annie On 06.13.2011 @ 3:23 pm

She embraced him. She held him. She touched him She loved him. She was consumed by her love. She was without a doubt in love with this man.

Posted By Annie On 06.13.2011 @ 3:20 pm

When I turned the corner i saw my roommate’s cat stalking ants on the floor. She has taken to not only swatting at them like a regular cat, but eating them a s well. She is a crazy bitch indeed. But the fact that she eats them i THINK Says something about her perosnality. Other than insanity, perhaps she is just a healt nut and needs extra protein. Or mauybe she is creating some kind of ant rapture with herself as God. Either way, I appreciate the effort she puts into ingesting each one, and also the mercilessness of her swift paws as she bats the ants across the room. Some of her other favorite activities when no ants are avaliable are climbing on the counter, sticking her face in my food, and talking back to me in a series of little mews and squeaks.

Posted By Annie On 06.08.2011 @ 4:54 pm

like a house my friend. ain’t no better way to paint a house than with explosives. should probably be an outdoor paint if you’re going the explosives route though. you’re going to need a really durable paint. but don’t take my word for it. I’m just lavar burton, whta do I know abount this “painted” business. What can I say, the recessions been tough on us all.

Posted By Annie On 06.06.2011 @ 8:36 pm

plaid!!! omg devin epps he had plaid boxers on at the one softball game that i went to with fray and it was funny.. i like plaid but only if it’s like red plaid or something plaid reminds me of pants which reminds me of alex my ex boyfriend that was a fatty butt head. i do NOT miss him….

Posted By Annie On 06.05.2011 @ 11:12 pm

I ran out of the fitting room, screaming bloody murder.

“What is it?” The Doctor asked, looking up from a magazine.

“The plaid pants are attacking.”

“That’s nice.”

“No, literally this time.” I showed the bite mark on my arm.

The Doctor wrinkled his nose. “That’s disgusting. Even more than regular plaid.”

Posted By Annie On 06.05.2011 @ 3:25 pm

the radio is like a doorway… a portal to another world. with it, we can hear things we would have never heard before, check traffic, discover new music, and learn about very odd and interesting people. what would we do without it? maybe we would learn to be okay with out thoughts.

Posted By annie On 06.03.2011 @ 8:25 pm

My backpack is a wonderful object. I keep my desires inside, and in the hidden pocket that no one can find are my secrets. In the front pack there are my fears, but in the little pocket inside that (you know, the one can fit a cell phone) is the rational part of my mind that tells me everything will be ok. If you turn the backpack upside down and give it a little shake, some humor pops out, but not too much because I’m not that funny. Finally, if you look inside, really look, you can see the sky.

Posted By Annie On 06.01.2011 @ 5:07 pm

I can’t remember anything about him except the smell of his aftershave, I kept a bottle of it, and sniff it from time to time.

Posted By Annie On 05.30.2011 @ 4:38 pm

The ice cream parlour was ful of lots of exiting flavours of ice cream. Jimmy was glad that Shona had invited him there for their first date. In the end he chose a mint choc chip sundae but it took a while for him to decide. As the sat down after making their purchases Shona turned to jimmy. “am I your first girlfriend?” she asked. “girlfriend?” jimmy swallowed a huge lump of ice cream in surprise. ” what do you mean girlfriend?” he said with suspicion.

Posted By Annie On 05.27.2011 @ 11:43 pm

The light blazed before her. Flickering crimsons, oranges, burnt siennas, golden tones, moving constantly in a myriad of random and yet beautiful ways. The torch slowly slipped from her fingers as her breath rushed away from as the flames reached the sky. Dizzy with exultance, she stood, as sirens whispered in the distance.

Posted By Annie On 05.25.2011 @ 4:42 pm

carry the torch. carry the banner for people before us and after us. Duty. light. hope. Don’t let them down. don’t let me down. Don’t fail. Dont fucking drop it.

Posted By Annie On 05.25.2011 @ 3:14 pm

train booth. plane booth. hot air balloon. diner booth. There’s a couple sitting there. Sharing a milkshake. cliche? Maybe. But how many of you thought of that when you saw the word booth?

Posted By Annie On 05.24.2011 @ 7:33 pm

I love pretzels. They make think of warm summer days. Spending an entire day at the fair with my family. I can already smell the mouthwatering treat. Pretzels make me smile.

Posted By Annie On 05.22.2011 @ 4:54 pm

A tasty bread treat that I love to eat. Every time I smell the big pretzels I always think of the fair. Warm summer days. I can feel the cheese running down my throat. I love pretzels.

Posted By Annie On 05.22.2011 @ 4:51 pm

A thief is someone who takes what they want. but not all are the same. Some steal for greed. Some steal because they have to. Thieves don’t just steal material things. Some steal love, trust, friend, etc. Thieves are everywhere.

Posted By Annie On 05.23.2011 @ 11:27 pm

Liar, cheat, steals from others. Might not be a bad person, but you always have a choice. Stealing due to circumstance is not right or wrong. Fueled by greed of either party. Robin Hood.

Posted By Annie On 05.23.2011 @ 12:53 pm

I let it happen so quickly. before we even saw each other it was gone, that light, that glimmer, disappeared into the dust. swaying like lucid dreams and sad trees, they smiled at us. waving as the bus drove away, memories.

Posted By Annie On 05.15.2011 @ 4:44 pm

Wastelands are kinda gross. Aren’t they like lands full of waste? That would make sense, it just sounds gross.

Posted By Annie On 05.13.2011 @ 1:18 pm

Glowing stars shone through the hazy clouds. I sat on my windowsill, cigarette smoke filtering through the air around me as i gazed at the aging cathedral spires. I knew I was wasting time, I knew I shouldn’t be there, my mind should have been on other things, but for some reason sitting there in the moonlight I could not drag my thoughts away from that one night all those months ago.

Posted By Annie On 05.13.2011 @ 8:24 am

the site of a woman who is pregnant, ready to give birth, another life entering this world, that little bald head emerging into the world, a light bulb flickering on ready for life, the light that leads you through a dark night, a child who teaches you more about the world we live in, gives it meaning. glowing is a feeling and a vision of beauty.

Posted By Annie On 05.13.2011 @ 5:12 am