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I got too much to say. I did, that was what I did, I said that I got too much to say. Plus a smiley face. The problem was that she just didn’t understand the emotion, because it wasn’t so much a happy smiley face, as a smile of ‘I know something you don’t know.’ More of a grin, I suppose. Either way… She deleted me from Facebook that same dang day!Posted By Dovikles On 08.10.2012 @ 11:37 am
She was all decked out. Decorated to the nines. If the walls could talk, they would be jealous of the painting that was her face. “Lean on me,” they would cry. Such an astonishing self portrait. Perfect gown. Lovely sparkly shoes. And I was just there to serve her bubbly water when she rang.Posted By Dovikles On 07.16.2012 @ 11:15 am
She was only there for about five minutes. That’s about twenty minutes less than me. I saw her the moment she walked in, I suppose you could say that I had been waiting for her; I’d been waiting for someone worth my damn time to walk in.
Her eyes and her jacket were red. Here eyes caught mine after I looked away the first time, and she smiled. I said something to entice her. My name.Posted By Dovikles On 04.14.2012 @ 1:24 pm
For how long would this last? I did not know. I just went with it, and found that forever is not all that long. What an unfortunate thing to learn while running from the law forever… eventually the thing just ends, and you look back, knowing the duration.
One minute is not all that long, unless you can do a lot within it.Posted By Dovikles On 03.14.2012 @ 11:42 am
There are few things that pique a hot tempered person like a hot tempered person. Fuck spelling mistakes. Ugh. Sorry.
A witch once attacked a pricked-ears little boy and turned him into a truth teller. Later, he told a few honest mistakes. That’s a curse if I ever seen onePosted By Dovikles On 02.20.2012 @ 4:35 pm
I am a nut. Not a peanut or anything silly like that; no one is allergic to me or my scent! In fact, folks follow me around like ass on a fine female. I do not care, and everyone knows it. That seems to either entertain or turn folks on. I’m exciting like an explosion, or birth.
Way off the hinge. My jokes never are minute, and I am a big bad maaanPosted By Dovikles On 01.23.2012 @ 4:13 pm
There are so many of them! All beautiful, some fat. No problems! The great thing about love is it’s so indiscriminate.
They all lied to me, last week. They said there were no females… But I had just left a building full of fed up and lonely women. They only wanted a little care and honesty. They told me to be a loving man, so I told my friends: They want you!Posted By Dovikles On 01.22.2012 @ 10:09 am
She never expected to get her start walking. Not in a million years… The running away part had been easy, but to continue running had been tough. Real tough! There’s nothing like being able to call a thin diet a new a diet! She smiled not with confidence, but elation. They are watching me flyPosted By Dovikles On 01.20.2012 @ 3:30 pm
It’s funny, how some things work. I thought I had signed up for fitness classes, yoga or something… maybe it was a bit presumptuous of me not to have read past “do you love hot women? Do you love to stretch things? Do you enjoy polka?”
Darn! At least now old people like me; my boss gave me a raise.Posted By Dovikles On 01.15.2012 @ 11:20 am
“Did you not here me? Are you deaf?” John had learned to recognize the word ‘deaf’ on any pair of lips, in even the darkest of rooms. What prevented him from gurgling out his typical confident explanation of his condition was not his lack of hearing. This girl was gorgeous!Posted By Dovikles On 12.25.2011 @ 2:59 pm
We were all in love. Not 16 year old chick all up in my 17 year old bidness. I’m talking we were contained by the warmth of the fire and the couches and the old stories. The disjointed jokes from little Eddy, and thoughts of Peter versus Brock.
We just relaPosted By Dovikles On 12.24.2011 @ 10:05 am
She was amazing. Seldom does one get the chance to bask in the glow of a woman in her most beautiful, and I felt blessed. As the best man at the wedding of God, I suppose I had every right to feel so… hopefully these angels are everything I imagined them to be…..Posted By Dovikles On 12.11.2011 @ 11:21 am
And she could not be that beautiful. I was in a rush, and then I was no longer in a rush. All the thoughts in my head of that russian girl, gone.
Only she could do that to me. I never even learned her name, just that she is stunning in purple, and sleek in heels. And she has the darkest skin I have ever seenPosted By Dovikles On 11.24.2011 @ 5:59 am
Rules are for suckers. In fact, I believe that rules are for you, made by me, announced by my grand vizier. Ironically, I rule, so these are my rules. Without these rules,for example if you were to delete them for the duration of Wednesday, I would be very sad.
The rules are minePosted By Dovikles On 11.21.2011 @ 6:29 am
I had to go back. I had to repair my first ever error, for many a seed grows in the wrong soil, and corrupts the land. If you were wrong at the beginning, you have always been wrong, even if you have said some of the right stuff. It’s not tough to say the right words to defend being wrong, which is the crazy about being a person.
We’re so deepPosted By Dovikles On 11.11.2011 @ 3:19 pm
She sat quietly. This is not the sort of girl who would make loud noises, running around, making insane claims, starting riots and mobs and such. Ceasar would have loved her.
She just sat quietly. Beautiful, stalk still. Thinking. That is the danger of my beautiful girl, she thinks long before she speaks, and long, long before shePosted By Dovikles On 10.28.2011 @ 5:06 pm
I never even though. I just typed. Fingers strike keyboard, attack, a tack attic, a tick, a toe, a foot.
She once told me there is always something a foot, it’s just if the legend of Dov is part of that body of work… She said i really do not make sense sometimes, because I’m so busy trying to earn dollarsPosted By Dovikles On 10.24.2011 @ 11:14 pm
I wasn’t quite sure. I mean, she was staring at me, and I was definitely oggling her, but there was just something missing…
there’s no way she has that much money. Regardless of all of the documents she put on my table, I just found it so hard to believe this young lady, 21 years old, could afford to buy out a company that way.Posted By Dovikles On 10.18.2011 @ 9:32 pm
I didn’t want to do it, but hey! I got a wife, three kids, and my mouth to feed! It’s not as if I murdered anybody, directly, right? I’m not a cop or a doctor, am I? Some of them literally kill people. Maybe not murder, but hey! If you choose to come to me, then the tragedy is nothing to do with me, asshole!
I just serve burgers, fatass.Posted By Dovikles On 10.05.2011 @ 8:32 am
I think I’m a little too stressed out. I mean, every time I look down, all I see is more space… where’s the ground? It’s one thing to be stressed all the time, but it’s another to be both suicidal and on the edge.
I’d be dead if I wasn’t so afraid of heights. Climbing to the top was no problem, but how am I supposed to get home?Posted By Dovikles On 10.03.2011 @ 9:06 am
There was nothing on my but some white and some white bitches and probably some shards of glass, and the match she’d just tossed on my stomach when she was finished with it, apparently. I woke up still-dazed and barely coherent, and I uttered the words
“I am guilty of the crime which has been committed herePosted By Dovikles On 09.26.2011 @ 12:47 pm
Rally! We had to fight hard and score those last 30 baskets, but we did it. It’s weird to go down so many points and become the underdog halfway through the actual game. And it was strange, Tiffany mentioned, to observe the fans in the stadium hop from band wagon to band wagon and back. Truth.Posted By Dovikles On 09.14.2011 @ 6:00 am
He walked slowly. The most I remember about him is that he was walking very slowly, and then suddenly he sped up, as if there was a sudden rush.
It got real dark and the wind was mighty, mighty! I couldn’t move because of the gust of wind pushing me down, and that’s all I remember. I guess I’m here now…Posted By Dovikles On 09.06.2011 @ 10:09 am
I couldn’t help it. There was no saving it, even if I had wanted to, but I didn’t. I was pleased with the plan, and it had displeased me.
My great marble palm was the last door that closed for it. Her, him, I’ll never have known. It screamed like what they call a bitch as I finished it.
I love the finality of life.Posted By Dovikles On 08.27.2011 @ 9:49 am
Driving is something I just don’t do. Not yet. I need a far superior car, and better roads. I need nice tires that don’t get scuffed or worry about snow. Fuck snow. Fuck frost. Fuck driving in gloves.
I’d love to slice across Monoco in a pair of soft leather gloves, a pair of heavy lenses, and a beautiful opera singer.Posted By Dovikles On 08.09.2011 @ 1:06 pm