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beth is a scatter brain. She has so many things (items) and things going on she doesnt know what to do with herself. She has so many things that she has to scatter them about so it doesnt look like she has brought much! She scatters brought clothes and hides them behind doors so her boyfriend cant find them!Posted By gary On 12.22.2012 @ 5:23 am
somethings are complicated while others are simple. I prefer simplicity because it is just easier to remember. Some things are okay when complicated, but if someone is ever confused it pays to be simple! When you are explaining something to someone, it is easier to understand when it is simple.Posted By Gary On 12.06.2012 @ 10:25 am
it was a cold night when they arrived. they started outside the front of the building, unsure of what they were about to do. “are you sure we should be doing this? can’t we find the money another way?”
“no, we can’t. its either this, or she dies”.
they grabbed their masks, and their bats. they came around to the front of the bank, and smashed the windows in. that’s when the alarm went off, and their hearts jumped out of their throats.
“no. NO! i thought you said this bank was old, that there WERE no alarms set in place yet! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”Posted By Gary On 08.14.2012 @ 2:34 am
the platinum diamond shone across the room, it’s light blocking the view of the exiaminer. it’s bueaty unmatched by any others. it’s history unfold as the diamond was touched, it’s riches told to the nearest man as it’s deadly wisper and it’s broken promises reached into the ear canal of thePosted By Gary On 12.07.2011 @ 2:49 pm
Just the thought of returning to my grandparents old home place brought back such good memories and anticipation of certain good smells. I could remember smelling cedar on my grandfather as he would come from his workshop, or the smell of a freshly baked pound cake from the kitchen where my grandmother was.Posted By Gary On 12.06.2011 @ 3:06 pm
The moon was half full tonight. Lonliness crept into the young boy’s heart. The party was happening. The girls were talking to the boys in the half-moon light at Nick’s house. Where he wasn’t. He was home. Fully home. Half of him wanted to go. Half of him wanted to stay.Posted By Gary On 09.29.2011 @ 7:37 pm
The half-and-half was bland today. More so than any other week before. Ingrid knew in this moment that she had to change her major. She had to give up writing. She was going to pursue chemistry after all. Screw the money her dad was offering her. Screw it all..Posted By Gary On 09.29.2011 @ 7:33 pm
The blood ran down the wooden panels of the merry-go round and was quickly absorbed by the dry sand below. Grant West was not my favorite person in the world. He teased me and got me in trouble once. But he was dead now and there was a sick feeling growing in my stomach. I hadn’t meant to push him so hard. Why was this happening, I wondered.
Why couldn’t the kid just stand up and apologize?Posted By Gary On 09.27.2011 @ 10:07 pm
We painted it gray. The color of neutrality, the color of understanding, the color of moderation, the color of 6 month old horse shit. I’m tired of stupid platitudes telling me hope floats. Shit sinks and takes you down with it. I won’t subscribe to these ‘life changing’ one liners anymore. I’m tired of trading in my badly established traditional values to the endless wisdom of a neglected fortune cookie. I mean the neglected fortune cookie has problems of his own really. Its easy to tell where all this BS comes from. Born to compete, born to attack under stress, born to cut corners and throw smoke screens blatantly obviously in order to sound correct, to suit his warped perception of the situation. Cynicism at its finest, I know, but its hard to be optimistic when your ‘solution’ is fucking one of your besties with testies.Posted By Gary On 06.06.2011 @ 2:01 pm
“Wow, that was a surprise,” she said, looking down at her watch to check the unbearably slow time.
He looked at her in all her vast impatience, with her high-heels and her lovely uncurved smile. He took another shot of vodka, cocked the gun, and that was that.Posted By Gary On 05.14.2011 @ 12:40 pm
Dinosaurs make me think of my girlfriend’s little sister, this cute little 14 year-old girl named Carly. We call her Carlos or Carlosaurus or any other number of things. But what I see in her is something special. I see a girl with amazing potential. Seriously, amazing potential. She’s got a heart just like the rest of her family that loves, and yet she seems uncorrupted so far. Which is amazing.Posted By Gary On 05.04.2011 @ 10:48 am
The shape of a sculpture. Alabaster-white, the female form, on a plinth, a museum. People are standing around, but there’s something subtly wrong with it; it has too many fingers, there’s something subtly warped about those calm, glacial features, just this side of unsettling. The people who enter look confused, worried.Posted By gary On 03.19.2011 @ 2:22 pm