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keep us from each other built with negative thoughts and judgments we tear them down by telling the truth to ourselves and each other and what we have left is a life without walls connection

Posted By Brooke On 02.07.2012 @ 3:36 pm

my dog has a collar. it is blue. his other one is red. i like the red one the best. all dogs should where collars because that tells you if they run off you can tell the name of the dog.

Posted By brooke On 01.27.2012 @ 9:23 am

Liberty. Politics. Frankly, politics and liberty haven’t been associated for a long time. That’s not okay.

Posted By Brooke On 01.19.2012 @ 7:07 pm

Lillies make me think of funerals. What you give to someone when you think roses are too cliché, but daisies are too cheery. Or when you’re trying to be unique. Lillies get an unfortunate rap as being “unique”, but boring and they always show up in the “grower’s choice”section of Proflowers.

Posted By Brooke On 01.08.2012 @ 8:44 pm

Dozen? Dozen, okay. I was hoping it would be some dramatic word, like “emotions” or “antidisestablishmentarianism” but dozen works. I have a dozen things I need to do. I need to take at least a dozen credits. I have dozens of friends. I need dozens more days to accomplish what’s on my to-do list.

Posted By Brooke On 01.07.2012 @ 12:39 am

Rules were meant to be broken, correct? Thease binding statements were created to control us, to mold us into the ideal citizens. Each rule is a new restriction to ourselves; another reason to conform. Break a rule; become yourself.

Posted By Brooke On 11.21.2011 @ 6:11 am

Hearts. There are a lot of places I could go with this one. Like the little girl who wanted the heart off of my stethoscope. Or living with a heart condition from 16 years of age. Or feeling like you found the other half of yours, to end up broken-hearted. They just seem to show up everywhere, don’t they?

Posted By Brooke On 11.16.2011 @ 11:15 am

You left a very long time ago. 7 months, 26 days ago. You never came back. And you never will. You promised you wouldn’t leave, and you did. You left me, and I just can’t do the same.

Posted By Brooke On 11.15.2011 @ 8:42 pm

I can’t remember the last time I saw a real icicle. Well, I can, it was last christmas in Ohio. So-Cal doesn’t have any icicles, just strings of cheap icicle lights that don’t even resemble the real thing, especially when you get them in weird colors.

Posted By Brooke On 11.13.2011 @ 3:09 pm

hello yum bright fresh future refreshment

Posted By brooke On 10.23.2011 @ 7:30 pm

boys..bunnies..easter egg.. grass… easter.. rain.. flowers.. baseball.. swimming.. spring break..beer..almost summer .. love..

Posted By Brooke On 10.12.2011 @ 4:23 pm

Conviction is a hard thing to deal with. If someone convicts you, you don’t know what to do. Like that person betrayed you, like they don’t trust you. Then you don’t know what to do with your life. That is conviction for you. Very hard to deal with. But, sometimes conviction is a good thing. It could lead to help. If you need help, then you are happy you were convicted. But it’s whatever.

Posted By Brooke On 10.12.2011 @ 10:20 am

i suppose there are toes on my feet and the nose on my face makes me smell the roses on the streets. for those who know my weakness, i find it hard to digress in the time being because there is no rhyme for my signs of servitude and crude prudence.

Posted By brooke On 10.03.2011 @ 10:07 pm

I suppose I should take a shower today, she thought. She smelled of body odor, cigarettes, and a tinge of alcohol from the past few days. She had been running from party to party, house to house.

Posted By Brooke On 10.03.2011 @ 7:02 pm

Upon entering my house, it’s inevitable that I must crouch, to avoid hitting my head off a light fixture.

Posted By Brooke On 09.20.2011 @ 9:03 pm

I wonder how much money is in my checking account? I cannot account for it if there is not much, I don’t pay enough attention to our finances. Maybe it is time for me to ask my husband what he does with our money!

Posted By Brooke On 09.14.2011 @ 1:32 pm

Falling drowning in a never ending hole. Either sinking in despair catching snippets of lights and blue and white flash before your eyes.

Posted By brooke On 08.22.2011 @ 4:18 pm

There was no word. The word did not load. All I can think about now is that poor blank white spot with nothing to fill it. Poor thing is probably suicidal… It need someone to talk to. In the mean time, I myself am running out of time, while trying not to think. I had to start again now. Now I am just rambling on uselessly because I have no clue what word I am to write about. I feel quite awkward right now actually… but I suppose that i can yell.. TRANSPORT.

Posted By Brooke On 08.20.2011 @ 9:28 pm

bus, car plane, etc. how to get out of this shitty town how to escape all of my problems is by using transportation. i wish i could start over with my life. not drink not have talk to dom. i feel like i really have fucked up this time. what am i going to do. i feel like i have no more friends.

Posted By Brooke On 08.20.2011 @ 8:12 pm

An airplane. I willbe on an airplane september 7th to move to Salt Lake City Utah to go to school to be a Paralegal. I am so excited! while i am there my only transportation will be me walking or the trax.

Posted By Brooke On 08.20.2011 @ 7:48 pm

Deer isn’t like the word ‘Dear’ it’s like an brown animal with horns and things. I’ve never seen a real deer. I mean not up close or anything. I hear that they bite. Maybe I’m wrong but I feel that if I were to try and pet a deer it would bite me. Or something awful like that and I’d have to go the hostpial and than my mom would be really mad at me. “Brooklyn, what have I told you about trying to pet deers!?” Is two deers that same as one deer. Like spelling wise?

Posted By brooke On 08.19.2011 @ 9:08 am

hunting deer is very prominent in south Georgia where I’m from. my dad, brother, and husband all deer hunt. it frustrates the women in our family a lot i think. i mean every season its something different. they hunt fish camp (which i don’t mind) i love camping.

Posted By brooke On 08.18.2011 @ 12:34 pm

I repeat the same things almost everyday. Wake up too early, not have time to eat a healthy breakfast, go to work and hate it, then pay the bills pay the bills pay the bills and not have any money for myself. Awesome.

Posted By Brooke On 08.17.2011 @ 10:12 am

I repeat everything just like everyone. That’s all the earth comes down to, repetitions. Yet the resounding repetitions become bolder and bolder with time. Until one day, the earth and all it’s brothers and sisters will stop repeating, and for once a new noise will be heard, echoing into eternity.

Posted By Brooke On 08.16.2011 @ 11:40 pm

I repeat myself, others, you. I repeat everything I see, hear, touch, feel. Every sight, every infinite possibility resounds in my head infinitely. Repetitive repetitions. Repeat, Repeat.

Posted By Brooke On 08.16.2011 @ 11:16 am

Dont be so focused on what the question is. Instead find solace in the outcome, or the answer. Most people pay too much attentionn to the chicken. Focus on the egg, it will create another chicken.

Posted By brooke On 08.11.2011 @ 2:15 pm

Normally I would snap back But I’ve been Stretched out Worn out Over the years Pain has caused me to Loss all the elastic in my life

Posted By Brooke On 08.11.2011 @ 10:48 am

As I drive along the bending road my thoughts drift to you. What are you doing? Who are you with? Am I on your mind? Alas, I know that your thoughts never drift to me. My face. My laugh. My kisses. Our love is gone with the last bend in the road .

Posted By Brooke On 08.09.2011 @ 3:17 pm

Illuminating this dreary place. Giving definition to each dirty face. Clearly showing every hidden flaw. Confusion mixed with reality. Not quite sure of what she saw.

Posted By Brooke On 08.07.2011 @ 8:49 am

I’m simply a manger of my own life. Directing the objects and people around. Do this, do that. Seldom do I think about myself or have a selfish moment. Constantly directing those around me to do the things they need to do.

Posted By Brooke On 08.04.2011 @ 1:32 pm