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gallery is an place where people put art. its thinking pace whwre people can go and whatch and look at things. its a hnaging space wwhere people can pu think g they want other epole to talk about and look at and to share. sharing work, expressing their thoughts on hwat is in the gallery.Posted By Helen On 08.10.2009 @ 3:42 am
jack and jill. hill like white elephants. we read that my sophomore year of high school. abortion, that makes me really uncomfortable which is weird cause i am not at all religious and usually really liberal. It also seems weird that my boyfriend, who is much more religious, is much more comfortablePosted By Helen On 10.06.2008 @ 5:39 pm
I’d like to ask. are you happy? or just accepting? is this something you always wanted? are you where you wanted to be? have you lost something? have you found “the one”? do you want to? do you feel alone? do you think your friends trust you like you trust them? would you like whipped cream on that, sir, or a glass of water perhaps? I’d like to ask, are all questions so intruding?Posted By helen On 08.18.2008 @ 12:27 pm
It takes a village…right? Well, why then, in todays world do we not even have family anymore? Why has something that was once so sacred become a burden, an excuse, and a bad assicoation? I am so confused. And angry. Why are children not cherished like little balls of fire on a very cold night?Posted By Helen On 08.14.2008 @ 2:15 pm
Delay is when I feel like something should have happened but it doesn’t. It doesn’t mean that it won’t happen but it does bring some disappointment because there is a part of you that feels like it should have happened. I wish that there were some things that I could delay.Posted By Helen On 08.31.2008 @ 11:28 pm
my main memory of a harbour was on a sailing holiday a couiple of years ago and me and thie girl sat talking about everything, she was a year younger and we were so similar we could have been sisters. we sat with our toes brushing agains tthe dark tar in the sea and comtemplated the emtpyness of sea and sky and the purity of the uncommital, unchained boats that could go whereever. we were so similar it was odd, especially as it was the firs tnight i talked to her and she revealed she was anorexic. i nearly cried in that harbour…Posted By helen On 06.04.2008 @ 11:43 am
Cone… can mean different things. For me, it’s the orange traffic cones. You can see them on the freeways, alerting you to the presence of workers…or some kind of danger. I see those orange cones on the street, flattened either by accident or on purpose. My son uses those cones to mark off areas for his construction equipment. And also those cones marked off the path for skateboarders for the downhill races…my daughter was a skateboarder in her teens…won titles. Also I think of cones and the Wicked Witch of the West..who really was a symbol of Western Monies and a power struggle with the power brokers of the east.Posted By Helen On 05.07.2008 @ 12:38 pm
mastery is a apthology. the desire for mastery unless it is mastery of the self or a skill is a disease, a fetish, a weakness. It requires another person with low self eseteem to go along with it and it is bad, i say partnership, not mastery and treat the disease with the contempt it deserves. Beign domineering is wrong and should be stamped out. Domanance is a disease not a right.Posted By Helen On 04.21.2008 @ 3:10 am
Her crime fighting days were well and truly over. Now she was going to school she was going to have to concentrate on this. She would have to ensure her little brother Sammy was well trained and can carry on in her absence. Of course she will still be able to offer advice at the weekends and evenings, but the ball is really in his court now.Posted By Helen On 10.01.2009 @ 4:47 am
It’s not a crime to take what you have and make it work for you. Machiavelli kinda hit the nail on the head.
Sure, it’s not the greatest, most flattering thing to consider; you know, manipulating others and twisting words–perhaps not the prime material for that late-life memoir you’ve been hoping to get retirement money from.
However, whatever you have that others don’t… flaunt it! There’s no greater shame in not using everything given to you, whether it’s your intellect, the swing of your hips, or the green bills in your jeans.
There’s a time limit on everything, and all of us just need some… time to kill.Posted By Helen On 09.30.2009 @ 8:12 pm
Some of the most revealing moments in life occur when we think no one is watching. We cry our hearts out in deserted movie theaters, close the door to headbang to that ‘ridiculous’ tune, or storm off into the woods to scream out our frustrations at the top of our lungs.
Fact of the matter is, we are only as true as we are to ourselves, and sometimes we do not reveal who we are to those around us – not because we don’t want to, but because we can’t.Posted By Helen On 09.28.2009 @ 5:13 pm