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Often thought of as a weapon of destruction, perhaps the most underused metaphor in the English language. One prefers to think about being catapulted or catapulting something to a new level of being or happiness. It’s that kind of thing that we all strive for, one that we long to experience.

Posted By casey On 05.20.2013 @ 12:35 pm

soap. this is a funny word. just because ive been thinking about it a lot lately. been wanting to make more. i really enjoy it. sometimes more then metals. thats not right tho, but it is what it is i guess. today is just off. so nothing is what it is. when i get paid soap will get made

Posted By casey On 05.09.2013 @ 6:55 pm

I need a plethora of them right now. It would be refreshing.

Posted By Casey On 05.07.2013 @ 1:10 pm

So many stories I see are about people who fall in love without thinking about it or people who fall in love who think too much or love at first sight. I think it’s all bull. All of it. The love stuff, doesn’t happen like it does in stories. It’s real. It’s messy. It’s gross. But people still come back and write about it.

Posted By Casey On 05.07.2013 @ 6:12 am

checkmate john said as he pointed his gun at greg. he chuckled to himself at the irony, they had alway play chess together and greg had always won and now it was he who had the upper hand.

Posted By Casey On 04.23.2013 @ 6:33 pm

Welfare has the most negative sound to it. Sadly.

However welfare, and the concern for others, is something that we should all aspire towards. Care for one another. Be concerned with the welfare of all.

Posted By Casey On 04.11.2013 @ 4:07 am

John watson was pacing the upstairs corridor of his and sherlocks tiny apartment. hes missing his laptop, he had it set down on the table for no more that 15 minutes and now its gone. hes searched everywhere and finally came across the culprit.

Posted By casey On 04.09.2013 @ 4:02 pm

found in a rain forest. green. deep green. wet. rain. sweet smelling. fresh. wild animals. bright colors. warmth. hard to break or cut. turn into snakes in all cartoons/fairytales

Posted By Casey On 04.04.2013 @ 7:04 pm

some thing you learn about in school but never really think about until you’re somewhere beautiful. italy ireland england scottland europe. pretty places. not connecticut.

Posted By Casey On 03.09.2013 @ 5:36 pm

I never thought a deep connection like this could be conjured simply from Kerouac and a shared love of beat.

Posted By Casey On 03.01.2013 @ 3:24 pm

I never thought such a deep attraction could be conjured out of nowhere, based on only fact and thought. It’s much easier to fall in love without reason or intention.

Posted By Casey On 03.01.2013 @ 3:20 pm

The leathery feel of the collar in her hand was a reminder of the animal she lost, when he ran in front of a car that cloudy morning. How was she going to tell the owner that she let the poor dog die?

Posted By Casey On 02.22.2013 @ 7:04 am

She willed the dog to stop running as she chased him wildly down the street. How she managed to let go of his leash, she had no idea but she had to catch him before he got hit by a car or her boss would fire her.

Posted By Casey On 02.15.2013 @ 6:48 pm

There is something beautiful about the way your voice carries through the hollow hallways and the empty theaters.

Something like waking from the most pleasant dream and finding myself echoing those words in my head.

Posted By Casey On 01.24.2013 @ 1:50 am

Elephants are an animal of massive size, and they still get respect. Why does size matter? Why should size matter? Yes, I admit it; I am fat. It always ruins my life because people are so focused on size. It means nothing. It’s just a number. I want to be majestic like an elephant.

Posted By Casey On 01.15.2013 @ 6:29 pm

The scattered mind. Where it goes. It goes here, there and everywhere.

My scattered future. Where am I going?

My scattered ambitions. What do I want?

My scattered family. Who is my family? Do I have one?

Why can’t I sit still in one place?

Posted By Casey On 12.21.2012 @ 11:44 pm

A thing. Not agreeing with a statement. Not people. Just stuff. Material goods.

Posted By Casey On 12.02.2012 @ 6:04 pm

When I found out I was moving to Vienna I guickly googled places that I would need to check out. Of course I found tons — the Stephensdom, the Prater, the Staatoper, etc etc etc. Yet it was the library I wanted to see the most. I tried to go once but I accidentally walked in the wrong building. I still haven’t gone. I don’t know why that is.

Posted By casey On 11.24.2012 @ 1:19 pm

a box of smoe sort. has 4 edges. but i couldnt just sit there inside of it. blocked by all of its walls like a jail cell.

Posted By casey On 11.24.2012 @ 10:04 am

The people making you pretend you’re someone else. The governing scrutiny. The enemy and the friend. The corruption. The purity.

Posted By Casey On 02.12.2013 @ 9:04 pm

there is a long dark corridor leading to the banks entrance at the other end of the hall the robber stands with a blow torch to the vault door.sirens wale in the distance

Posted By casey On 10.18.2012 @ 8:58 am

Ever since then, I’d never forgotten. I’d gotten bullied, teased, maybe even tortured. One simple mistake, That was it. If I could go back, I’d never do it. But, I can’t and I’ll have to deal. But maybe the people around me could understand better? They could. But they wont.

Posted By Casey On 10.13.2012 @ 9:39 pm

I totally just had this word. Most people write about Fifty Shades of Grey which I think is stupid and it shows how people’s minds are dominated by the filth they put into. Lots of smut and smutty people out they. Don’t get me wrong, I love everyone. But really?

Posted By casey On 10.09.2012 @ 1:31 pm

I was once a puppy that ate out of the dish before my brothers and sisters. I quickly grew into a big, fluffy husky. I became leader of a pack of dogs and they gave me their lives. My master made me his lead sled dog.

Posted By casey On 10.09.2012 @ 1:24 pm

Tall, stone towers rising into the clouds, green vines twisting around them. There is no door to enter, just stone against blue sky.

Posted By Casey On 09.12.2012 @ 6:35 am

I’m in the zone. You’ve never known. It’s something of it’s own. My own daydream. My own nightmare. Or something in between. You’ll never know. haha jokes on your own zone.

Posted By casey On 08.16.2012 @ 4:50 pm

money line waiting i need to put money in it so I can do fun things. i want to travel and i need money to do so. i hope they don’t screw the world over.

Posted By Casey On 08.13.2012 @ 6:04 pm

shooting in the woods at night trying to be seen by the moon in the sky. my feet are sore and my back is aching but i will shoot on. i must, the answer is on the other side of this lens somewhere. hawoooooooo, hawooooooo, the lame wolf cries in the night

Posted By Casey On 08.02.2012 @ 8:14 pm

a box filled with snakes is scary, i feel trappeddd. i cant wait to get out of this hell hole. im stuck here. i cant take it anymore. trapped is my soul in this forever alone life. im trapped under a person i will never be mee.

Posted By Casey On 08.01.2012 @ 7:25 pm

As in one who holds? It truly could be simple or complex. For example, a plant holder. Boring, average. But if we’re referring to a person, a human who holds… it changes the meaning entirely.

Posted By Casey On 07.24.2012 @ 8:47 pm