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I catapulted forward with the head of the sun rising up my neck. It couldn’t be done they said. It shouldn’t be done ever but I went forward without a second thought. What was I doing? Was this madness? I couldn’t decide. I looked him in the eye. My heart kept beating. I said it. Oh crap.

Posted By J On 05.20.2013 @ 11:44 pm

i live for this. scares the shit out of you and me but so undeniably interesting. piercings tattoos mutilations unconventional relationships.

Posted By J On 05.14.2013 @ 7:30 am

its fire. it’s the sun in summer. it’s summer itself. it’s some vibrant young womans hair color. it’s the ground when its happy. its the color i googled because i wasnt really sure

Posted By J On 05.12.2013 @ 11:36 am

i like it on people’s hair. it’s summer. bright like the sun. vibrant too.

Posted By j On 05.12.2013 @ 11:20 am

bar. opera. y. suor. al. able.

Posted By J On 05.09.2013 @ 8:20 pm

Why couldn’t things be easier? Why couldn’t things be simple? He liked simple. His life was simple. His personality was simple. He was practically the epitome of simple. Why couldn’t she be the same? Why couldn’t she appreciate his ultimate craving for a life that was simplified?

Posted By J On 05.08.2013 @ 10:06 pm

thats ok by me. i just wat to live my life be happy, sing, dance, wether someone’s criticizing me or not. i haven’t done anything bad to anyone

Posted By j On 04.29.2013 @ 6:40 pm

beware of backstabbers. they don’t keep secrets don’t ever tell them anything i once told a girl a secret of mine, thnking she will keep it safe for me she didn’t. she told everyone else and all of them, being not my friends, judged me it made my life bad i hate her so, beware of backstabbers. those bitches

Posted By J On 03.20.2013 @ 11:51 pm

She had never been so drunk before in her life, vomiting on the pavement outside the bar. chunks got in her hair as the bouncer watched detachedly, not even offering an arm of assistance. “That girl is blasted,” he said snidely to the next couple coming in as he checked their IDs. “Don’t end up like that.”

Posted By J On 03.15.2013 @ 9:30 am

immortality, like god..

Posted By j On 03.13.2013 @ 7:24 pm

“Well….” I stalled, kicking the ground. “James told me that he needed my help down at the farm…” “Tell him you can’t!” the bitter reply shocked me, and I spun around to look at him.

Posted By j On 02.22.2013 @ 2:25 pm

The woman stood at the train stop staring accross the platform. The morning mist did nothing to hide his leathery face. A face riddled with memories and distraught with pain.

Posted By J On 02.22.2013 @ 5:50 am

I wanted to waive my hand so hard after I saw a group of penguins flailing. They were flailing so hard it reminded me of the movie “Happy Feet”.

Posted By J On 02.18.2013 @ 7:13 pm

It´s a person who sales things. He works selling door by door or in a mall, or in a store. That is a job I would not like to do. But in case I need,

Posted By J On 02.08.2013 @ 7:43 am

hum tume aaspass near that there how is work why u r not well hear share comment like yes why who this these the teeth tell about

Posted By J On 01.20.2013 @ 10:17 pm

the broom crept cross the floor. sweep. Like a marry poppins man. He hated yard work but it had to be done. sweep sweep. The lip of the side walk catches the residual dirt. No point in doing my best.

Posted By j On 01.16.2013 @ 3:01 pm

Promise? That’s a joke. There are no such things., You never keep one so why have one exist? People are so intent on getting this 100% guarantee that they don’t realize that if this person was truly their friend they wouldn’t need a promise. They would trust them, they would go around shoving their pinky finger in everyone’s face

Posted By J On 01.08.2013 @ 7:33 pm

how much will it be? Do I have enough? He’ll like it so much, but how can I afford it? How much is the smile on his face worth? Any amount. Priceless

Posted By J On 01.02.2013 @ 5:02 pm

creep

Posted By J On 12.01.2012 @ 5:37 pm

To satisfy me would be to open my heart and release my inhibitions. It would be fulfilling but unfulfilled. A lasting desire and a throbbing body. Satisfy me. Or leave me be.

Posted By J On 11.19.2012 @ 6:45 pm

Sometimes I feel like the world needs to become more civilized. Everyone is crazy and running around, it is frustrating to individuals like myself, who choose to be normal. What is normal? That’s a tricky question. I think I would prefer not to answer it. In fact, I am done writing.

Posted By J On 10.17.2012 @ 8:17 am

Left, gone with the wind. Trees. Dandellion, blowing away, make a wish. Empty. Presents gone at the end of Christmas morning. Dad, gone. To go. The garden. The park.

Posted By J On 10.12.2012 @ 11:38 am

Although I do not say much, I am watching. Little do they know, as much as they talk, nothing significant is coming out of it. You call yourself chief? Heh, I think I’m the dominant one here. You’re just prey.

Posted By J On 10.09.2012 @ 2:13 pm

There was a time where this word was second thought to me. As in no matter what happened that day, who bothered me, argued with me or gave me a hard time, I knew that I was still happy. Because of something as silly as a girl. Those females will do that to a sane person. Haven’t had it since.

Posted By J On 10.08.2012 @ 7:54 am

I am happy. Complacent. Happy to know that in a few years, I will be doing amazing things, meeting amazing people, falling in and out of love; eating fantastic food; going to the most extraordinary destinations that God has laid out just for us. There are times where it won’t always be easy: there will be times where I am still searching for what the world has to offer, listless, and maybe even when I would want to find the flattest part of the Earth to walk off of it. But, I digress, because, at the moment I am happy and I will still work to be.

Posted By J On 10.07.2012 @ 6:26 pm

From the time I got off the bus, and helped build the fences amongst the beaches’ sand dunes, to the sticky fingered deliciousness of the Atlantic boardwalk, this weekend has made me happy indeed.

Posted By J On 10.07.2012 @ 6:21 pm

magazines. magazines can be in reference to a clip for a handgun. if you want to go the violent route. or it could refer to the media version. in which case i imagine superficially painted people. beautiful faces and dead eyes. i don’t know what else to write. is my time almost up? it should be right about now. i write in sentence fragments.

Posted By j On 08.28.2012 @ 4:02 pm

warm and fuzzy. soft light. sunlight. couches. beds, fluffy bedding. cuddle buddies. butterbeer. good books.

Posted By j On 08.20.2012 @ 7:43 pm

They started off as a good idea… keeping everyone’s money in a safe place where they could actively invest it and make a profit. Furthermore, there would be no loans. however, the greed of banks have ruined out economy and caused a lot of today’s problems

Posted By J On 08.13.2012 @ 4:56 pm

Texts can be long, short, simple, complicated, elaborate. They may be meaningful and meaningless. It all depends when it was written, for whom and under what circumstances. This is an example of a text and I, personally, find it means absolutely nothing. It is irrelevant, yet it is entertaining to write. I find that writing texts to another person, not text messaging, but writing texts, can be full of significance and is a wonderful representation of both caring and love. I hope you read this and know that it is significant. I have no idea what else to write.

Posted By J On 08.10.2012 @ 10:51 pm