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half my life was spent in search for Jesus. well, the acceptance of Jesus. And let me tell you I never found it b/c Jesus wasn’t ever who i expected him to be. jesus isn’t MEN. I was always trying to please men. Always trying to please the people of the church of the world of the congregation of the “bible. it never worked. Jesus isn’t men. Don’t waste your time, don’t waste half your life…on trying to find jesus…b/c he isn’t in church. jesus is inside of you. he is inside of the people you least expect. . . jesus is inside of you and me.

Posted By erin On 08.21.2012 @ 6:44 pm

a place where you feel out of it you are alone and you can focus a zone is somewhere where no one can bug you it is a place that everyone has

Posted By Erin On 08.17.2012 @ 10:01 am

The woman scrambled to get out of the alleyway. Her arm and cheek were bleeding and her blouse was ripped. Things were falling out of the purse she held in one hand. The other held a knitting needle stained with blood from the leg of her assaulter.

Posted By Erin On 08.07.2012 @ 8:35 pm

i thought that i had had my heart broken before. but it’s different this time. its like the same needle that was used to rip a hole in my heart has punctures my whole body; leaving me deflated an empty. i go to work. i come home. i cook something. i sleep. i cry between these things. i wish i knew how to mend the hole, how to inflate myself again. but i don’t.

Posted By erin On 08.07.2012 @ 1:26 am

i used to always choose dare when playing truth or dare in middle school. i always said i’d never turn down a dare…and then that ended pretty quickly as i got older and there were dares to give a guy a blowie or something.

Posted By Erin On 08.05.2012 @ 2:53 pm

Every person has their each individual world, flavoured with different colours, different memories, forms, objects, people, things that make their world all unique, different. Very rarely you will find someone who can accurately get their world down into concrete words that everyone will understand. We are all visual people — we think in images, not stream-lined sentences slipping through our heads.

Posted By Erin On 08.02.2012 @ 9:03 pm

Whenever someone tries to make a statement with their words, body, actions, or thoughts, they are usually misconstrued. So why even try?

Posted By Erin On 07.27.2012 @ 10:27 am

one of my favorite stories i’ve heard was when you told me how often your sister would get gum stuck her hair when she was young. you told me that she got it stuck in her hair right before you went to visit your mom in the metal hospital. i didn’t ask why she was there, because i already knew. i miss your stories more than anything.

Posted By erin On 07.25.2012 @ 5:24 pm

Once, in elementary school, I was chewing a piece of gum. It was one of those zebra-striped ones, and it was just the best thing – the most excellent, mouth-watering thing- I’d ever tasted. The problem with it was that it only lasted for about ten seconds. I guess that’s life.

Posted By Erin On 07.25.2012 @ 4:28 pm

i used to watch that tv show fuse all day with my friends when i was in eighth grade. it’s funny, i used to feel so young and i couldn’t wait to grow up and i was in a town i didn’t love and i had such low self-esteem, and now that i look back i want nothing more to go back to that. and just sit. i remember the smell of ariel’s house and man, i just miss it. spending all day there in the summer. sleeping on the trampoline. things were so simple. and we all wanted out so bad. but now i’m here and i want back in.

Posted By erin On 07.24.2012 @ 3:17 am

It’s really too bad that life doesn’t come with instructions….. and parts. All the nuts, screw, bolts and allen wrenched needed to get through…. sorta like a box from ikea. (equipped with diagrams to get through the rough parts)

Posted By Erin On 07.21.2012 @ 11:59 am

As I helped hime up I saw the look in his eyes, not knowing exactly what it meant. I could see he needed me, but I know he didn’t want to admit it, and that’s what I hated about him. The only thing I did hate about him, the boy I loved, he needed me, I wanted to be there for him but I wasn’t sure how to even begin.

Posted By Erin On 07.15.2012 @ 5:12 am

Auxiliary, help, support. They all mean the same but which one would you choose. The basic, complex one, help? Or the one that makes you sound knowledgeable?

Posted By Erin On 07.15.2012 @ 5:04 am

Auxilary verbs are something I learned about in english class in 10th grade and I never quite understood it. I would always guess and everytime I guessed correct I felt so smart but when I guessed wrong I still didn’t really give a fuck because I didn’t know them so how was I supposed to get answers right about them. Tenth grade English class really really sucks.

Posted By Erin On 07.14.2012 @ 5:36 pm

Two vowels, one consonant, a vowel, consonant, two vowels again, another consonant, and a vowel. A well rounded, balanced word.

Posted By Erin On 07.14.2012 @ 12:13 pm

Allowing people to open new doors and discover what may be on the other side. Allowing us to embrace new experiences and pathways we may have never been before. To allow us to embrace the unknown instead of fearing it. What a beautiful thing.

Posted By Erin On 07.14.2012 @ 10:25 am

His eyes were leaking the smallest amount of warm tears, as he whimpered and curled in on himself. His mother, a pretty 30-something, lovingly placed a bandage on the scraped, dirty knee. The boy sniffed and looked up sheepishly at his mother, who grinned and ruffled his hair.

Posted By Erin On 07.13.2012 @ 7:28 am

She didn’t care where- well, it had to be a place where she could close her eyes and breathe, and not worry about paying bills, and somewhere with a decent motel with clean bathrooms and a back pool, but it could be anywhere. The trip adviser grinned at her and handed her a pamphlet for Pheonix.

Posted By Erin On 07.12.2012 @ 10:46 am

If I presented you with some constructive criticism you wouldn’t be opposed, right? A suggestion. Your deodorant brand doesn’t last long enough. Also your hair appears to be quite dry. A friendly suggestion, that’s all.

Posted By Erin On 07.10.2012 @ 6:18 pm

Denim overalls on a hot afternoon, the metal buttons smelling metallic in the cheap fabric and under the swelling sun. It could be anywhere, but the sense of nostalgia and warmth remains. A past snippet of simplicity, and dirty overalls.

Posted By Erin On 07.07.2012 @ 6:26 pm

Where would we be without the great thinkers of the past? Well, probably about the same as we are now, with modern technology and geniuses. But a lot is to be said about the scientists gone. The appriciation of a field so passionate and enthralling to those who love it, and moghty in the natural spectrum.

Posted By Erin On 07.06.2012 @ 6:36 am

The science of love will forever be foreign to me. I shall never know it. I am quite sure that I will wish for it even more than the longing I have now, but it will never come to me. The science of love is a confusing one, and a painful one for those who cannot obtain it to learn its secrets.

Posted By Erin On 07.05.2012 @ 8:28 pm

I walked into science class not knowing what, or who, to expect. Would Mr. Hatcher be as bad as Mrs. Hammers had been? As soon as I saw him, I was terrified that this semester would be just as bad as last year’s science class had been.

Posted By Erin On 07.05.2012 @ 4:02 pm

modem can be an interesting word if you say it enough. Modem modem modem modem modem. It has a soft emphasis on the second syllable, sounding almost foreign, almost European in nature. Modem, madame, m, m, m

Posted By Erin On 07.05.2012 @ 9:25 am

The internet is out again so how the hell am I supposed to get the writing workshop’s telephone number. I could smack the modem. The sometimes works. The little green light still isn’t even flickering though and oh this won’t work will it. I’m doomed to forever be oblivious towards this one telephone number. It’s pathetic. It’s hopeless. It’s- oh. Well turning it off and then on again worked rather nicely.

Posted By Erin On 07.05.2012 @ 7:22 am

Boys, we are the boys in motion. We give you our devotion. Boys, we are the boys in motion. WE GIVE YOU OUR DEVOTION! -That’s So Raven.

Posted By Erin On 07.02.2012 @ 9:13 am

Chills ran down my spine as I watched my baby breathe her last breath. I should’ve been more careful. I shouldn’t have let her crawl down the driveway. I should have taught my son not to pull into the driveway quickly even if he was excited to tell me about his new girlfriend.

Posted By Erin On 06.30.2012 @ 3:23 pm

Every Saturday I wake in a strange bed with my dad in the next room, whistling. He’s making pancakes, or eggs and bacon, or oatmeal. He’ll call us to the kitchen about the time the food is done, and get louder and louder until we straggle to the table, wiping dreams from our eyes with the backs of our hands.

Posted By Erin On 06.29.2012 @ 12:12 pm

Configuration of systems to stop people from being able to commit fraud… configure stuff to do other things. Don’t think? I can’t not think with words like configuration…..

Posted By Erin On 06.27.2012 @ 11:39 pm

The distributors of literature at my door on a Saturday morning when I’m trying to sleep… Not only did the pair wake me, but then they tell me that I’m not living my life according to the master plan. I’m a sinner and a heathen…. They judge me even though they are wearing white shoes after Labor Day.

Posted By Erin On 06.26.2012 @ 5:58 pm