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the flour sat on the kitchen counter. Bob took the cocaine, and mixed it with an equal amount of flour, putting the combination in a plastic bag he got from a drawer. The dead body lay on the floor, blood surrounding…

Posted By Bruce On 04.06.2013 @ 11:49 pm

there is a claim that was staked in a diamond field. the person who staked the claim started digging and digging. he did not find any diamonds, but made a really big hole in the ground. after a while he had dug so deep that he couldn’t get out of the hole. someone else came along and started filling in the hole.

Posted By Bruce On 09.20.2012 @ 9:13 am

The name of the game is claim. own it claim it . Fame to claim. Fame to claim. Ownership is implied. You must have a claim check to prove ownership. How can you claim something that is not yours.

Posted By Bruce On 09.20.2012 @ 8:25 am

quiet, breathe air. multitude of silence. i’m at peace. I like the quiet of low music. It reminds me of Poe. Edgar Allan Poe theme for bike night in November. I love to ride in the bike nights; they bring out the best characters.

Posted By Bruce On 09.06.2012 @ 5:39 pm

The food of choice. Meet. That’s Meat. More meat. Protein please. Strong Muscles. Strong Bones. Strong arms, hands, heart. Entree, entry. This way.

Posted By Bruce On 04.23.2012 @ 7:33 am

Sticks. I’m tempted to say, “sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” But that isn’t necessarily true…even though it’s probably the first thing most people think when they see this word. That homily “sticks” with one, doesn’t it? What else can I say about sticks?

Posted By Bruce On 07.17.2011 @ 3:05 pm

I want it, I don’t have it. I don’t even know how to get it. I have never had mojo. I am searching, on my journey. I just am. I admire. I enjoy the view. I keep climbing.

Posted By bruce On 06.28.2011 @ 6:52 am

Loss of a family member, my beloved father. Remembering the things that keep them in our hearts forever. I miss my father almost everyday. There are so many things I wish I could have said or done.

Posted By Bruce On 06.13.2011 @ 5:22 am

Plaid. Plaid is like the lady in line at the convenient store who wants to pay by check and then forgets that she needs yogurt to go with her pall malls and

Posted By Bruce On 06.06.2011 @ 6:16 am

the alarm went off it was 6 am she wasnt laying next to me AGAIN go figure. I miss her. I miss us. but what i miss will never be again. i had it then i threw it away. no one to blame but myself. i love her. i always will.

Posted By bruce On 02.07.2011 @ 11:47 am

I love recipes that make me creative. Recipes are a guiding light. they are words of wisdom condensed down into a few lines for easy replication to spread the joy of a culinary experienece far and wide. I write that, but ouknow, at the same time, I almost never use recipes. I like to do it free style

Posted By Bruce On 01.18.2011 @ 5:18 pm

I love recipes that make me creative. Recipes are a guiding light. they are words of wisdom condensed down into a few lines for easy replication to spread the joy of a culinary experienece far and wide. I write that, but ouknow, at the same time, I almost never use recipes. I like to do it free style

Posted By Bruce On 01.18.2011 @ 5:18 pm

I love recipes that make me creative. Recipes are a guiding light. they are words of wisdom condensed down into a few lines for easy replication to spread the joy of a culinary experienece far and wide. I write that, but ouknow, at the same time, I almost never use recipes. I like to do it freee style

Posted By Bruce On 01.18.2011 @ 5:14 pm

Sam had never seen a typewrite befiore. He was a child of the computer age. The keyboard was familiar, but the ribbon was a puzzle to him. He glanced over at the rotary dial ‘phone he had found on his grandfather’s desk and wondered how that worked.

Posted By Bruce On 12.19.2010 @ 10:59 am

When he reached the top of the mountain ther was a buck at the top grazing. the buck looked up and gazed at him, somehoe he seemed [;eased at the new arrival.

Posted By Bruce On 07.14.2010 @ 4:24 pm

I thought I had more time to think but all I had was this moment in time when my feelings came to the surface, became clear, and then you were gone.

Posted By bruce On 06.28.2010 @ 1:18 pm

bleach is a potent thing to drink. why do this? don’t as me why. why is this page purple? you see. but to drink bleach is to clean your body of your soul.

Posted By Bruce On 06.21.2010 @ 11:12 pm

bleach is hentai. bleach is cleaner. bleach is a hair color. bleach is all that is wrong with this world. bleach is white. bleach is clean.

Posted By Bruce On 06.21.2010 @ 11:09 pm

I expected to hear any moment. What’s taking so long!

Posted By bruce On 06.09.2010 @ 2:21 pm

your eyes shine like starlight on a lake at midnight

Posted By bruce On 06.03.2010 @ 11:38 am

the sound rings through my soul as I strain to find meaning in the reverberations

Posted By Bruce On 06.02.2010 @ 8:18 am

there is so much STUFF, I want to castaway it all.

Posted By Bruce On 04.19.2010 @ 4:22 pm

don’t deny who you are. you are who you are and there is really nothing you can do about it. unless of course you do something about it.

Posted By Bruce On 11.27.2008 @ 6:55 pm

ber and very stoic. A look of abandonment and something missing in their life.

Posted By Bruce On 07.17.2008 @ 4:42 am

ber and very stoic. A look of abandonment and something missing in their life.

Posted By Bruce On 07.17.2008 @ 4:42 am

angels are the things that make us happy and make us thankful we hope they are watching over us and we hope they are the loved ones who have passed

we know one day the angels might grace us with a touch, a vision or a whispher

we hope for them to be our guide into the after life

Posted By bruce On 07.20.2009 @ 10:44 pm

The last thing i could do was stand as my heartbeat rang through my ear drums. I knew I was in trouble. The pain in my chest. The twisting in my stomach. I fell to the ground and couldn’t breathe. No help around. And then…Lights out. Nothing left.

Posted By Bruce On 07.12.2009 @ 9:21 pm

asking is the art of being truthful and honest about getting what is fair for both yourself and others

Posted By bruce On 08.17.2008 @ 11:30 pm

I wade into the shallows of my own self image. I know its not deep, but its all I really know. As I sand here, I can’t help but hide the fact that I’m not really wading through my shallowness. I’m drowning.

Posted By Bruce On 05.19.2008 @ 6:57 am

I love storms. I like lightening and thunder. I wish I had a penthouse with lots of glass to sit back and view them when they occur. I miss the summer storms as I have worked indoors in largely windowless buildings for the sake of patient privacy for most of the last 30 years.

Posted By Bruce On 06.29.2008 @ 7:43 am