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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

Nature. Nice. Is it an animal, is it a plant? Lots of them in Australia. Some cultures uses for decoration.

Posted By ben On 07.15.2009 @ 11:15 am

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 is an open slot just enough space and maybe some some

Posted By ben On 02.23.2009 @ 12:06 pm

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

Limit is the top its the most you can go and the most you can do. It is your limit.

Posted By Ben On 04.11.2009 @ 9:35 am

Its been awhile, I know we had to suspend our normal time, why does it have to be here, you know why we always meet here, I’m going to suspend it again, suspend it until we don’t meet, I want my head to myself again.

Posted By Ben On 11.19.2008 @ 8:54 pm

He drove into the town. A group of school-girls stared from their perch outside the soda fountain. “Hey Sweet Thing” he said, “Check out my convertible”.

Posted By BEN On 11.11.2008 @ 9:22 pm

moveable, to become one with the atmosphere, environment… where have all the open spaces been fed into? buried beneath concrete apertures and carparks… is this where we wanted to convert?

Posted By Ben On 11.11.2008 @ 6:49 am

To be startled is to be scared, shocked or surprised.

Something unusual happening can startle you.

Being startled is often accompanied by looks of surprise or awe.

Posted By Ben On 11.05.2008 @ 5:15 am

KABOOM right there in front of me, it was like nothing I had ever seen, this explosion was something I had never expected, but not one of fire, why was it her… one of emotion…

Posted By Ben On 11.02.2008 @ 7:41 pm

I was so startled when I saw the massive animal. I had no idea what to do. My first instinct was to run but that wasn’t and option, there was a wall behind me and a a vast ravine on my right and left. I was trapped.

Posted By Ben On 11.01.2008 @ 5:10 pm

I am startled.

Posted By Ben On 11.01.2008 @ 12:52 pm

The pillow was gentle on my cheek.

Oh so gentle.

Posted By Ben On 10.27.2008 @ 2:05 pm

What path do we take in life? Is there a right or wrong path? Do we even have a choice?

Posted By Ben On 10.24.2008 @ 3:31 pm

the path to no where i think is something that everryone has to take and when they take it i think that they will realize that that is the one thing that they are ment to do in life and i think that paths are there to bring youn in the right direction.

Posted By Ben On 10.23.2008 @ 10:17 pm

As I follow the path I wonder, why does it have to be so long. It never ends, never ever ends. If I could I would jump off the path, but I can’t…But why can’t I is there something stopping me?

Posted By Ben On 10.22.2008 @ 8:52 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 do

Posted By Ben On 10.18.2008 @ 10:02 pm

My thoughts keep racing. I do not want to blurt it out. I want it to be memorable. I want that light bulb moment, and know that everything will be alright.

Let me be free.

Posted By Ben On 10.17.2008 @ 5:55 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

It flashes and I bring my confidence along with it. I step out of my car and walk inside the building where I live. I stand up to people who oppose and I switch them off. It’s just that easy. It comes so easy

Posted By Ben On 10.16.2008 @ 12:37 pm

there is a bulb in my living room, light bulb that is. I think its too bright, I wonder what my neighbours think when I have the venetians up at night

Posted By Ben On 10.15.2008 @ 2:03 pm

There once was a man wearing a crown. Then he lost it. Afterwards, he felt releaved. It was heavier than he had thought.

Posted By Ben On 10.15.2008 @ 1:15 am

I could be crowned a king I could hardly be seen I was molded into a modern man’s dream I’m still sitting here patiently There were things I didn’t believe Like ever being crowned a king But there were things that couldn’t be seen Like the woman behind me

Posted By Ben On 10.14.2008 @ 12:55 pm

Flight, as in an airplane. It goes on and on, over valleys and bright lights. Cannot be stopped, because nothing can stop it. Over and over and over…everything it waits for the land to come to it, it is above, esoteric.

Posted By Ben On 10.12.2008 @ 1:31 pm

i decided to take the flight to colorado as opposed to enduring a long and arduose road trip with a dynamically packed minivan

Posted By Ben On 10.11.2008 @ 2:04 pm

I’m trying to fly, fly far away from my current situation. Alone, tired, hungry.

When i spread my wings open, I see the feathers have been ripped out by society.

Let me fly

Posted By Ben On 10.07.2008 @ 8:14 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

She crawled over the crime scene like a basset hound searching for any truth hidden among the dust and beetles. Nothing afforded her comfort or clarity. Even the shadows seems to mock her efforts. Finally, she found what she was looking for; his name.

Posted By Ben On 10.01.2008 @ 8:31 pm