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I never want to grow old. everything grows only to be destroyed in the end. I want to grow marijuana so I don’t have to seek out shady dealers, and then I want to smoke it with my girlfriend and enjoy being… although I should be doing that without marijuana anyway. In the end, we’re all just human growing piles of meat with extra brains. Cattle trying to find a purpose.Posted By Ben On 07.21.2009 @ 9:21 pm
Everyday she yearns for it, a place to belong; a person to belong to. But everyday is the same, neglect from whoever, wherever, whenever. Day and night, in love and in hate, desire and death, all the same meaningless sensation without someone to revel in it with her.Posted By Ben On 02.25.2009 @ 10:35 am
there’s a roof above my head. sometimes i feel it is the most permanent thing about my life. everything else seems to be variable: will i see tomorrow, will i be able to find what i need to make my life worthwhile, while any of it matter? it doesn’t seem like much to other people, but it means more to me than i could possibly explain.Posted By ben On 04.19.2009 @ 9:28 pm
light bulbs are amazing for my plants, I like the light they give off when they grow my buds to such amazing delight. My lungs love my mind. I’m not a bright bulb but I glow none the less. So what am I to do with the bulb that’s in my shoe. I couldnt wait for you in the dark with no bulb to use. I’ve tried to light your life, with the threat of you my wife, what’s a guy to doPosted By Ben On 10.18.2008 @ 10:02 pm
The bulbs we planted last February had just begun to sprout. The tender shoots poked through the soil of the new beds, it was a beautiful sight to behold. It had taken us hours of labor that first Saturday afternoon, we never would have guessed how long it was going to take. All for some fresh onions. But they were worth it.Posted By Ben On 10.16.2008 @ 11:21 pm
Rising up above the land. A big mound, sloping gently north with a veritable cliff to the south. Standing on top with Springfield in the distance, the river winding through the farmland, the highway following the river, the warehouses posted along the highway. Trucks pulling in for a stop at the diner, where the waitresses love the truckers but not the college kids.Posted By Ben On 10.04.2008 @ 12:54 pm
The last few steps up the hill were the most treacherous. He turned to look down the hill and his entire life flashed through his eyes.
His eyes, eyes that had never seen colors nor shapes. As he placed the final step up the hill, he felt an arm reach to grab him and help him up.
“You are the one who guided me through life, up this hill. I love you”Posted By Ben On 10.03.2008 @ 12:37 pm