Entries By David
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asking
this world is stupid. my keyboard is not working verywell . and i’m listening to a very sad song right now, while i think about doing some grocery shopping later. I was wondering when they close the store today cuz it’s sunday. it’s stupid how everywhere closes early on sundays. my shoelace is stuck and it’s really frustrating. Why they have to tie my shoelace like this? WTF
Posted By david On 08.17.2008 @ 4:48 pm
there is a word that questions everything we know without having to agree it is asking we all do it all the time this is really lame and i dont like this site i give it thumbs down on stumble and will never come back again hopefully someone reads this and realizes how dumb their site is it is a waste of time and money and work. I hope I never come back again
Posted By David On 08.17.2008 @ 2:18 pm
coal
this is the black stone like stuff that people use for fuel on fires – both in their living rooms and commercially to power coal power stations so everyone can use the electricity. It is made from old plants and vegetation.
Posted By David On 08.14.2008 @ 10:56 am
coal? que es eso? no tengo traductor!! emm ke digo??? coal es como col con una a de mas, jajaja, ummm y puede ser “loca” juas juas..laoc? ummm y esa barra verde? ke va a pasar! a se vuelve roja!! aing aing!! ke pasa akiii???!!
Posted By david On 08.14.2008 @ 6:38 am
feathered
um… alright so we have the word feathered. Meaning to feather out. That’s kind of an obscure word. Are we supposed to just write about it, or give definitions? Oh well It sure is interesting. Feathering, that is. Why do we have a word for that anyways? We could have so many more useful words. Like…. Hippo’d or something. I’m glad I get to finish this sentence.
Posted By David On 09.27.2008 @ 8:29 pm
It was a feathered bird that i dreamed of the night I killed him. He was flying in on a feathered bird of death and I was waiting for him to land. Oh the shock on his face when I met him.
Posted By david On 09.27.2008 @ 9:08 am
big bird running around tarring ppl and throwing feathers on them with an evil smirk on his face, i always knew that bird was bad news
Posted By david On 09.25.2008 @ 3:05 pm
The shadows from the Douglas Fir feathered the ground where we lay making love as if the world were about to end, as if the shadows themselves could erase us and everything that we had said to each other.
Posted By David On 09.25.2008 @ 12:47 pm
I had already decided to write about the sky when I got this word, “feather,” which in fact made it nearly impossible to write anything of interest. Too close to home, too obvious, a boring connection.
Posted By David On 09.24.2008 @ 5:05 pm
Birds are feathered, and so are nests, but a feathered bird is not a feathered nest…… Feathered can be a picture…. specifically a digital one…. that makes the edges softer. And a feathered nest makes life’s edges softer…. but a feathered bird… well, that’s just a bird. It’s the un-feathered birds that call out our attention.
Posted By David On 09.24.2008 @ 12:14 pm
proud
She told me she was proud of hitting her teacher, she didn’t care what anyone thought. He was an asshole; he tried to molest her. The day came when she walked into class with her fists ready, and this was the way her class started everyday for 6 months. Then he tried to touch her, and she hit him. In the throat, with knuckles bared, and she told me she was proud.
Posted By David On 09.23.2008 @ 7:44 am
I ain’t to proud to beg. I’ll tell you what you want baby. I don’t need to be a tough guy or prove myself. I just wanna be with you no matter what that means. I just wanna love you, and if that means you have to be in charge that’s fine. I’ll swallow my pride.
Posted By David On 09.20.2008 @ 7:10 pm
I’m proud of my life and every day I feel like life is more worth living. I’m excited about the future. This is a big change from my younger days as I was not proud of anything.
Posted By David On 09.18.2008 @ 8:24 pm
proud is the way you feel after accomplishing something ridiculously awesome and amazing, preferably all by yourself. If you are proud of something, you value it and therefore you are actually able to build upon it within the context of your own life experience as well as the life experience of other people. This is a lot of rubbish but hey, it was the best 60 seconds EVER!
Posted By David On 09.18.2008 @ 7:27 am
I’m proud to be alive and well, I’m very thnakful for that and I thank myself and god. Satnam
Posted By David On 09.18.2008 @ 2:42 am
I am proud of you to be mproud of me. i had a business with proud that made me proud for a while but then I stopped feeling so proud about it as I reckoned it was easier to do on my own and better to do on my own and made me prouder to be on my own.I am proud to be on my own.
Posted By David On 09.17.2008 @ 3:59 pm
i am very proud that i am not a homosexual because they like to have ass sex and i am not a fan of ass stitches or ana intrusion of any sort for that matter. also i am not proud of our troops they are fucking tools and are being told what to do by the government. i don’t like it at all and these vaccuous should need to figure out what they are doing with their lives and do it. not be pawns in a catacly
Posted By david On 09.17.2008 @ 1:15 pm
The thing that has killed more human beings through history than anything else. The only other thing that makes especially men into complete idiots. An extremmly nessesary thing in life.
Posted By David On 09.15.2008 @ 1:09 pm
being too proud is not a good thing. Although i am proud of myself i am not that proud to that extend to where i ignore other people. i have seen many proud people who doesn’t want to interfere.
Posted By david On 09.15.2008 @ 11:19 am
wildflower
I think of china when I see this word. I dont know why. I suppose it reminds me on hte deserts. I also makes me thing of that book series by David eddings, where he used the idea of creating a flower. It was such a nice idea and well written yet when i got older it seemed like such a terrible plot device ust thunked into place for effect.
Posted By David On 09.14.2008 @ 6:42 am
always start with saying the word, sometimes you need it to meld into your paragraph, like a wildflower in a field of flowers and high grass. Hidden. Like all the good things in this world.
Posted By David On 09.14.2008 @ 2:09 am
I wrote about this one yesterday, so I’m not thinking about the wildflowers of the Yosemite backcountry, but instead of the wildflowers I remembered yesterday and the way I wrote about them sticking to my wet boots, little yellow petals, as I hike up along the waterfalls toward icy lakes.
Posted By David On 09.12.2008 @ 8:03 am
a blue clear sky with a verdant field filled with lilacs underneath, blue mountains in the background, thousands of flowers litter the ground.
Posted By David On 09.11.2008 @ 6:34 pm
Little yellow petals stuck to my boots as I climb up along the waterfall leading out of Little Yosemite. This image stays in my mind for 17 years, emerges here in this prose poem on the internet for anonymous strangers and others.
Posted By David On 09.10.2008 @ 9:02 pm
brick
I can’t play basketball to save my life. I mean, all of my cousins can play. My brother’s are athletic….but me? I just like to snowboard and take photos. Any time I’m playing basketball, I just want to hear a “swish” noise…instead of brick…
Posted By david On 09.09.2008 @ 4:23 pm
A large house with red brick in a meadow, maybe on the edge of a forest. It has white shutters, and black sills. Inside it is white, and old. It is nice, a warm comfortable place with wood furniture and might have been made by your grandpa. I love it, it is quiet and peaceful
Posted By David On 09.09.2008 @ 1:10 pm
brick, smash through the window. a love-note attached. too bad your dad is already getting his gun.
Posted By David On 09.06.2008 @ 4:04 pm
throw
i throw my emotions to the wind, all cautions. Everything goes to the trash anyway, so what’s the point being anything but all you can be, as beautiful as you can be? so throw it all away.
Posted By David On 09.04.2008 @ 1:18 pm
delay
i delay, i should write. i should do all i want to get closer to what i want, that’s what life is, to be better, right? how can it not be better if you don’t delay with what you want? infinite possibilities lead to – everything.
Posted By David On 09.01.2008 @ 11:39 am
