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i can embellish nothing in my stomach because i like green chicken and bob saget and the sageteers because it is a great band that i can embellish bye bye embellish this activity is stupid but still pretty cool because i can type embellish alot.

Posted By Frank On 02.25.2013 @ 8:19 am

Sitting in a morning waiting for sunrays come…. still beautiful mist.

Posted By Frank On 01.28.2013 @ 7:09 pm

There are many things about this object. I’m not sure why the object is there. Maybe it’s a scary object. Maybe I’m not being objective enough to take in the object’s beauty. Natural or not. I do love the object. It is not so scary after a first glance. I guess we’re going to have to wait to see how this object affects me in the later future. Probably after this sixty seconds has elapsed. Stupid object.

Posted By Frank On 12.02.2012 @ 7:16 pm

There was always a pit in my stomach, the kind that you can’t really knead out with massages and medicines, after you left me. I knew you were gone, somewhere in the middle of my throat I knew you were gone. But still I could not really comprehend what that word meant. Gone.

Posted By Frank On 10.12.2012 @ 4:16 pm

one word could be anything i mean what word are they thinking of i donk know know know knowing what to say is ridiculously hard when in situations like this luckily i have taken creative writing and we did this type of drill every day.

Posted By Frank On 08.27.2012 @ 4:53 pm

of course greedy gangster with a lot of cream on their heads are jumping to the next water hole to escape from the police. As they see the Dunkin Donuts they like it and they jump in for a creamy puff donny. We want to see more of them in this serie. Oh my god I like them donuts.

Posted By Frank On 08.11.2012 @ 7:19 pm

assaults are something that people can do when they are angry. it is a bad thing for people to do.it is not fair for the people that get assaulted to have to go through what the other people do to them.it is verry sad

Posted By frank On 08.07.2012 @ 4:34 pm

The mayor turned his hat in his hand, it was clear to everyone how this had all affected him. “I never wanted this to happen.” he said choking back tears.

Posted By Frank On 06.15.2012 @ 6:25 pm

With Terrifying accuracy, he could throw a pin across the room and have it stick in the wall. It was like watching a miniature knife throwing circus act in my living room. I’d toss a schred of newspaper in the air and find it magically stuck to the wall a millisecond later. Since I couldn’t see the actual pin flying through the air, the paper seemed to change course magnetically, a sight I’ve never really experienced before or since.

Posted By Frank On 04.09.2012 @ 10:59 pm

The destruction of earth’s natural resources is a willful act. An intentional act. Will is full of shit. Therefore, he is willful.

Posted By frank On 04.06.2012 @ 9:18 am

the mouse creeps behind the wall, stands still, stands lovely, myseterious. so sneaky. into the bean of life. sneaky beans. jackson, ms.

Posted By Frank On 12.09.2011 @ 3:01 am

Fall. We don’t have autumn where I’m from. Red leaves. Red. Like the flames. The leaves come down so gently, Swaying. Cool breeze. Red. Red flaming hair. Beautiful.

Posted By Frank On 11.07.2011 @ 9:11 pm

Downpour. Rain. Torrents. We get a lot of rain where I’m from. Ha. Downpour. Strong rain. Very strong. Makes it hard to walk in. But it can also be used figuratively. By writers. Write write write.

Posted By Frank On 11.05.2011 @ 10:04 am

entre ellos, lo mutuo, compartido, algo que se tiene que terminar entre ambos, no se pueden separar porque están hechos a partir del mismo molde, nacieron, crecieron, succionaron el placer de la misma materia desde la primera concepción y así están destinados por toda la eternidad, si uno falla el otro también, uno dentro del otro, uno afuera del otro, turnándose siempre

Posted By Frank On 10.18.2011 @ 4:22 pm

Stacked up in the crevaces in my mind are the thoughts of the stacks of emotions i with hold but are blocked by the stacks of fear that are stacked up beneath my subconsious i cant stand.

Posted By Frank On 10.11.2011 @ 10:43 am

Iron is a strong material in which we make materials. What if our hearts were made of iron? Would we be able to feel any pain? Would we be like gods? Or would be clueless ignorant beings vulnerable to our own thoughts? Truth is we are made out of iron. The only reason to why we hurt ourselves is because of ourselves. Think about it, think about iron.

Posted By Frank On 10.09.2011 @ 9:32 pm

Under the couch there was a little key waiting for him to pick up. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he crouched down, picked it up and tossed it back and forth between his palms removing the dust. He walked towards the living room to try his grandfathers old letter box.

Posted By Frank On 09.20.2011 @ 5:44 pm

cigarettes cause cancer and its bad for you, it causes your teeth to turn yellow and it makes your breath stink. It also causes you to reduce your lung capacity which is terrible. Smoking makes you lose weight which is not a good thing because it kills blood cells in your body.

Posted By Frank On 07.16.2011 @ 10:43 pm

bitch ass whole median meridian ween spleen neen seen scene nancy been ream feen fin win nin mean ass whole in the hole? i meant hole not whole it’s a cup fan water mean in book in face in mace with space i fall in the car with a nar nar nar gnarly ass scar yar yar yar hardy har har.

Posted By frank On 07.10.2011 @ 7:49 pm

straathoek, ijsco’s ice cream, street, streetprostitutes, vending guys, geometric curves, mathematics streetlighting mac donalds

Posted By Frank On 06.08.2011 @ 11:56 pm

i steal everything i see if i like it ill take it it doesnt matter what it is it all depends on what it is and how hard it is to get the object if its to hard iid rather just walk away and save me the time and the trouble thats all it is sometimes its easy and sometimes its pretty difficult at times i feel guilty but i see it as its just taking for the less fortunite

Posted By frank On 05.23.2011 @ 6:48 pm

I am considered foreign I guess. I speak a few foreign languages. Vietnamese, Italian, Japanese. Something foreign is basically just something that you’ve yet to learn about/know/feel comfortable with. However, that can be quickly changed and that foreign item/thing/whatever will become something that you know. Foreign…..idk, it has a negative connotation I guess for me. I can’t think of anything else. I’m tired. Haha, that’s foreign.

Posted By Frank On 04.21.2011 @ 8:43 pm

Wow, I wish I had a special gadget that would get all my work done for me. I’m tired. I want to be done. Two weeks have never felt so long. I want some crazy magical being to just pop into my life and say “poof, your finals are done, you have all A’s.” But that’s just a dream. Not reality. Nor a gadget.

I think of gizmos when I see gadget. Or inspector gadget. Huh. Serious throwbacks. A gadget is just a tool really, nothing too fancy.

Posted By Frank On 04.20.2011 @ 9:00 pm

figure figure figure. how do you figure. figure love. love what you know. you know what you figure. so figure what you love. how do i figure? i dont. i just know. just feel. just experience. you figure things out that way. then, you love. LOVE. figure it out. then LOVE.

Posted By Frank On 03.16.2011 @ 8:51 pm

Sitting on the beach staring out at the waves rippling across the deep blue of the ocean and disappearing into the distant horizon. I sit near the water, my feet just slittly in the cool blue water. The waves surround me running up my legs, the cool water refreshing my skin in the hot summers day. As I sit I build sandcastles, each one getting destroyed by the next wave. But with each wave there is a fresh start, old castles washed away into a distant memory, and room for future sandcastles to come.

Posted By Frank On 03.06.2011 @ 9:40 pm

Fleeting, go, never stopping. swept the floor, ashes, dust to dust. crust. sweeping the nation, record breaking, unbelievable, untouchable, chaotic, uncontrollable. loving, memorable, Lady Gaga swept the nation

Posted By Frank On 03.06.2011 @ 2:57 pm

hot shavings and leather leggings sunshine windows too. Plain plaid with the musk of men sitting silently above the black and white tile with black and white thoughts. Hold steady the politics of the day, damn not the novice.

Posted By Frank On 02.24.2011 @ 5:39 pm

what is this that i’m feeling? is it fur? what is this heat it creates? making me remember of my mother’s hot skin against my head how she heated me before she died wool.. what memories can it bring? incredible memories of what life used to be and now is

Posted By frank On 02.16.2011 @ 8:15 pm

wool , a soft texture that can hide a story… a story since the creation of wool , a story of the future and the motion of time , how we , man , have evolved creating new ways of making wool and experimenting with it. wool. nothing more.

Posted By frank On 02.16.2011 @ 8:13 pm

flare is a word that reminds me of fireworks, also toddler pageants. As in a flare that has fire, or flare that is supposed to be “special” or whatever even though it’s actually quite disturbing. But I still watch it because let’s be honest that show is HILARIOUS because the girls are like….they’re the girls that used to make fun of me in elementary school so it’s kind of like a backwards revenge seeing how stupid the girls that terrified me as a 5 year old are. Yeah.

Posted By Frank On 02.16.2011 @ 6:47 am