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I like this word alot. It makes me think of following my dreams of becoming a microbiologist. I would really love for that to happen. This word is really nice in the sense that it makes me aware of what I want to do with my life. It makes me feal more sure of myself and who I am.

Posted By Fiona On 05.01.2013 @ 4:59 pm

Urban. Bustle. People. Homeless. Tailored Suit. Thin Jacket. Nippy morning, breezy alley drunken escapades skirt to short. Oblivion. Matter upon matter. Noise.

Posted By Fiona On 04.18.2013 @ 6:58 pm

I placed my breakfast bowl down on the dew covered table, attracted to the chill air that would no doubt precede a sweltering hot day.

Posted By Fiona On 04.13.2013 @ 3:10 pm

A politician is a liar. In fact they could win the award for best liars in the world. I could never be a politician because I can’t lie. In fact, I get all nervous and even start crying when I lie! Liar liar pants on fire…

Posted By Fiona On 01.09.2013 @ 2:25 pm

And clean and tidy and neat. Simplicity is about refining what are the bare minimums in life that make you happy, that make you content. Clutter free. Clean your life. Keep it simple baby. Happiness with follow. You’ll see. It’s simple.

Posted By Fiona On 12.06.2012 @ 2:16 am

Chomp chomp the child went. They felt huge to him. Those huge bricks breaking pieces of his carrot off. Teeth were so fascinating to him at his age. They were delicate and a couple were missing. He could feel the empty spaces with his tongue. It felt weird.

Posted By Fiona On 10.21.2012 @ 3:33 pm

I vote for a better beauty, a world uninhibited by the majority and open to the loving hands of all conciousness. We are gods and godesses and our words, thoughts, and fingers flying to the clouds dictate destiny.

Posted By Fiona On 09.30.2012 @ 6:14 pm

Breathing, sucking in air like its going out of fashion. Feeling warm blood pulse and pump. Seeing everything. Smelling through both nostrils (ah, no head cold!). Cuddling pets. Hearing kids laugh.

Posted By Fiona On 09.16.2012 @ 6:20 pm

The chain hung loosely around his large, fur-matted neck, as he blindly pulled the links through his fingers.

Posted By Fiona On 08.26.2012 @ 1:30 am

The right side was the most alluring. Offering hints of purity, freshness, youth. That was the side I would always proffer. Not the left. After the accident, the left side was marred. Scarred and hideous. That side – the left – was what I hid.

Posted By Fiona On 08.23.2012 @ 5:50 pm

Half the time I feel half asleep, yet the other half of the time I don’t feel wide awake. How does that figure? The other half of the time, I have a feeling of being in limbo… Phased out…. Waiting for something or other. I should probably extend that first sentence then. All of the time I feel half asleep.

Posted By Fiona On 08.22.2012 @ 12:57 am

Her nimble fingers danced across the buttons, as she raced to beat the angry texts coming in lightning fast. She didn’t mean it to sound the way they had taken it. Damn capital letters.

Posted By Fiona On 08.10.2012 @ 11:49 pm

The key was large, slightly tarnished and had an ornate spiral cut into it’s head. Cold to the touch, yet spreading a warm glow in her heart.

Posted By Fiona On 08.04.2012 @ 11:55 pm

Him hiding from me. Not telling. Hiding from others Shh! Pant liner. Hurtful. Shame. Betrayal. Pain. Protecting. Others knowing what I don’t. Not sharing.

Posted By Fiona On 08.04.2012 @ 3:27 am

Gum. Chewing gum sometimes makes one look like a mug. Check it out – mug is gum backwards. Who knew? Don’t be a mug with gum.

Posted By Fiona On 07.25.2012 @ 4:19 pm

He swiped ineffectually for the coffee cup holder. Rain! So much rain he could hardly see his bonnet anymore, and here he was with his mobile in one hand and a coffee cup in the other.

Posted By Fiona On 07.25.2012 @ 12:10 am

i once knew an auxiliary nurse.well i didnt know exactly, but his bitch of a daughter messed my brother around and caused him to leave home at the age of 18, with no preparation. it really hurt me, and i blame this girl for a lot. oh and the auxiliary nurse father was a chain smoker….ironic huh.

Posted By Fiona On 07.15.2012 @ 8:36 am

always wondered what qualifies a church as a cathedral, cos im pretty sure iv been in a church that’s been bigger than a cathedral so is it something other than sheer size?

Posted By Fiona On 06.14.2012 @ 3:57 pm

my skin ground against the rough wall, shearing the skin off the edge of it. pain shot up my hand and I creased over protectively

Posted By fiona On 06.08.2012 @ 8:14 am

out going somewhere, dont know where. drive around town aimless. outgoing out going to the store to buy some things i dont really need. i wish i was more outgoing.

Posted By fiona On 05.09.2012 @ 2:03 pm

a button to push and i don’t have any buttons for anyone else. i push my own buttons. I live in a sea a rough stormy sea. shouts come from the attic and they are laced with trouble and no one can save them even though they reach their hands out like crying baby birds who have no mother.

Posted By fiona On 03.25.2012 @ 8:00 pm

oh that thing. i was thinking, maybe great minds think a hike, but then someone else had already thought of it, so i was like, lindsay lets go to eegees because apparently minds are so DURATION these days. it’s true, in a way

Posted By Fiona On 03.14.2012 @ 3:32 pm

once again. a cleaner type of trash and a premonition to the fact that i was well on my way to becoming an environmentally sound drunk. “that’s okay by me,” i told bobby.

Posted By Fiona On 03.11.2012 @ 1:51 pm

a cleaner type of trash and i premonition to the fact that i was well on my way to becoming an environmentally conscious drunk. that’s okay by me, i told bobby.

Posted By Fiona On 03.11.2012 @ 1:43 pm

You can get so high and free on swing’s illusion. Push too hard and you;ll topple over on to the hard ground.

Posted By fiona On 03.07.2012 @ 4:18 am

a mystery. a candlestick. a dimension. treat me to this one bit of you and i will ache for more. defend it, honor it, gift it to the world. concision.

Posted By fiona On 02.14.2012 @ 10:18 pm

In a park. Usually Central Park in New York, because all of the best stories start on a park bench on a lazy Sunday morning, and what better place to tell a story than in New York, city of dreams and apathy and quiet, gritty, urban beauty? Maybe our protagonist will meet a handsome stranger who change their life, or maybe they will save the life of a passing stranger, thereby changing THEIR life, or maybe, just maybe, they will finish their coffee in peace before walking home to their stable home and pretty, normal wife, although that wouldn’t make much of a story, would it?

Posted By Fiona On 01.15.2012 @ 10:46 am

it happens when two people of similar thoughts can share between each other and feel that they are not alone in this vast universe. most of the time i find it hard to do this with others, nobodys fault i suppose. i would love that type of comfort.

Posted By fiona On 10.20.2011 @ 1:50 pm

Why you gotta be so mean? Like the Taylor Swift song. People are mean sometimes. It happens. The best you can do is try to forget and move on. Remember that you are better then them. You are the nicer person who will be more successful in life. Forget them. You don’t need them anyway.

Posted By Fiona On 07.10.2011 @ 11:49 am

wading in a velvet sea is a song by phish. it is an unreal song and it reminds me of the summer. it deff is a song every person should listen to ever. not only does it remind of wading in a velvet it sea. it makes me think of what it would be like to do this. comfortable.

Posted By Fiona On 06.29.2011 @ 5:57 pm