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the auburn dog fell like an autumn leaf in the cocoa lake and splashed sparkling droplets into the air around with the snow

Posted By Ben On 05.12.2013 @ 11:18 am

the celestial beings swirl thright the sky dodging stars pouring their tea on the planets and cleansing them they smile because it it fun and swim arounf the ateroids like seals in the ocean swim around rocks

Posted By Ben On 05.12.2013 @ 11:09 am

I fabricated an elaborate plan to breeze through this semester of college, but instead I just told everyone the truth and the plan didn’t pan out. I did this all the time in high school but I guess I’ve changed. I grew a conscience…damn.

Posted By Ben On 04.01.2013 @ 6:22 pm

on the terrain ran the king of the jungle, to all the animals he was the boss. His long main proudly shone under the african sun. He was at peace when he was with his pride knowing all was safe.

Posted By ben On 03.10.2013 @ 12:22 am

Lamb—lamb of god. What else would it be? Lamb schwarma? Sacrificial lamb? Super calif-r-lambi-alidocious. I genuinely have nothing to say about lambs. Is this supposed to be some kind of trigger metaphor? What?

Granted, you don’t have my whole attention. State farm and pizza commercials over Friends re-runs.

Posted By Ben On 03.04.2013 @ 8:36 pm

birds planes crooks flails whips cars books bananas sheep me egypt reapers oh my god horus osiris isis set long drop harpies Poseidon Zeus hades.

Posted By ben On 02.18.2013 @ 1:40 pm

She was against the wall, a small but powerful man on top of her, his mouth attach to her neck. She was gasping for air and could barely make a sound as he dragged his kisses down to her shoulder. He knew where to touch and how to make her scream. He quickly tried to unbutton his shirt, she attach her hands to his stomach slowly rubbing up and down his body and running her hands up to his chest and around his neck.

Posted By Ben On 02.03.2013 @ 9:04 pm

Truth is inevitable to those who speak. Speaking without listening is useless. Speak when it’s hard to, and

Posted By Ben On 01.26.2013 @ 7:19 pm

look ahead, you fool, you friend. this is your life, and you’re wasting it reading my words. go ahead. breathe in and step forth, because ahead of you is everything you could have that you’ve always wanted but never taken.

Posted By Ben On 01.25.2013 @ 11:15 am

The touch, the emotion, the connection. Real is the spark that connects you to the being, the warmth of the hug as you embrace a child, the buzz that runs from your brain down your spine as you see the smile of a girl you’ve always dreamed of becoming….reality.

Posted By Ben On 01.22.2013 @ 3:36 pm

‘Game over’ the screen taunted him. ‘It’s over…you’ve lost your lives…back to reality and your humdrum world’.

Posted By Ben On 01.22.2013 @ 3:32 pm

Real. An intense experience that connects you with it. Them with you. You feel as one. Like rain on the back of your neck, or the call from your mother to wake you up in the morning. Togetherness.

Posted By Ben On 01.22.2013 @ 3:29 pm

Hmmmm. I don’t know how I found myself on this website. It is quite an “experience” to say the least. I don’t even know what will happen once the 60 seconds are over. What will I experience? Will others experience this experience of writing about experience?

Posted By Ben On 01.05.2013 @ 1:57 pm

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Posted By Ben On 12.22.2012 @ 10:44 am

there all over the place everywhere what are they doing there what are they why why I don’t know how they even got there where did they come from oh god what if I did it I dont want it I dont want it why

Posted By ben On 12.21.2012 @ 7:47 pm

It is hard, and people end it because they can’t handle it. But is is also a test, a test where you don’t pass by living long but how you lived it. Every life is precious.

Posted By Ben On 12.14.2012 @ 12:56 pm

all he cares about is himself. he sneaks out at night, smokes pot, and skips school. he doesn’t care that he makes our mother and father cry.

Posted By ben On 11.30.2012 @ 9:51 pm

Somebody…I’m thinking of them right now. I miss her but I won’t name her. I only miss our friendship, not our relationship. She was so encouraging and nice and sweet. Her boyfriend now is a very lucky man. Even though I wonder what it would be like if we hadn’t broken up, I know I was meant to be with somebody else.

Posted By Ben On 11.13.2012 @ 8:57 am

i wish i could draw. Grace is really good at drawing, so is Ellie. We have to draw alot in Art class and I’m not very good. I see people doodle all the time in class and I sometimes wish I could doodle like that. Grant is a good doodler too, I saw one of his doodles on facebook.

Posted By Ben On 11.12.2012 @ 7:15 am

I spent a lot of money the time i went to gat a hotdog in the carnival cottan candy carosel farris wheeel juust kiddibng it was 2 cents i painted gold on my keyboard for fun on the money button

Posted By Ben On 11.10.2012 @ 5:26 pm

the lion roars after it shaves it’s mane in the bottom of a deep dark tank of water. the whales swim to the top for air and the sun screams at them the end is almost near but not so much as as the strawberrys

Posted By Ben On 11.09.2012 @ 2:35 pm

Which to bury, us or the hatchet? Sometimes you want so desperately to bury something deep in the ground where it will never be found again. Despite your best efforts, it resurfaces. Ain’t life just grand?

Posted By Ben On 10.15.2012 @ 3:55 pm

Mass is weight time velocity I think I remember that fact from wonders of the universe with professor Brian cox what a legend he is man , Ben terzza

Posted By Ben On 10.09.2012 @ 9:42 am

can we achieve this as humans knowing that we all like to get things done on our own?

Posted By ben On 09.18.2012 @ 12:39 am

Music. Is it simply to listen to, or to shut folk out. We don’t want to acknowledge our own, awful lives, and so we listen to this glorified shit, and not to each other.

Posted By Ben On 09.09.2012 @ 8:12 am

A split road – divided by choices, divided by ideas, divided by consequences. Making the choices, being free – that’s the essence of what we do, and whilst it’s hard at times, discovering what’s at the end of that road can sure be fun.

Posted By Ben On 09.05.2012 @ 11:30 am

This is the way I walk – slowly, with an uneven pace, panting as the last bits of liquid from my body squeeze laboriously from the sun-scorched pores on my face, oozing with silent desperation toward my needy tongue.

Posted By Ben On 09.01.2012 @ 10:58 am

i have a wonderful girlfriend who comforts me when i feel down. she gives me hugs and supports me when i need comforting. i love her so much for that. i comfort her too when she needs it.

Posted By Ben On 08.20.2012 @ 1:37 pm

Porter like the beer? Sometimes I like the fashion of porters. Its like adventurous and stylish at the same time. Also, most people would never fight a porter, they seem like tough stock of people. I think I probably had some porters in my ancestry. Pawlowskis would have made good poretrs.

Posted By ben On 08.18.2012 @ 11:37 pm

I dare you to jump the bridge. The dare is a simple thing, a challenge, to force others to do for us what we are scared to do for ourselves. To find just how far one can go without actually doing it. Or we may find us daring ourselves to force ourselves to new heights.

Posted By Ben On 08.05.2012 @ 5:36 pm