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We both met in the misty times of wilderness, when the past had stood there waiting for the frozen memories that made the soul real cold. Holding each-other we both looked…

Posted By jk On 12.03.2012 @ 8:48 pm

We will fight the odds of tide to venture into light and rise to the eternal love that will shake your soul and hold you closer into the warmth of rising

Posted By jk On 11.29.2012 @ 10:42 pm

Flowing in the tide of past, the answer to question was just being realised with in, an answer beyond time..

Posted By jk On 11.29.2012 @ 1:26 am

you would like to have an ability to switch from world to world, from universe to universe. Switching is a cool ability that everybody dream of. Would you like to be able to switch between male and female?

Posted By jk On 06.11.2012 @ 9:55 pm

changing something to nothing..!

Posted By JK On 06.05.2012 @ 6:58 am

Like the northern star which actually moves and puts Caesar back in the realm of the mercurial, finicky man. Or is it like our emotions to remain fixed and have us revolve around them?

Posted By JK On 03.22.2012 @ 5:50 am

oh my the sci fi website strikes again with the pregnancy pageant and the parade of lovely perfect mothers and mothers to be flaunting their divine domesticity and feminine cunning to the less fortunate

Posted By JK On 03.19.2012 @ 8:40 pm

I think of a telephone booth and how I couldn’t wait to use one when I was a grown-up and how now that i am a grown up there are very few of them left-in fact they are almost obselete. Booths in general are not so common-booths in restaurants that is. Wow I can’t think of anything else to say.

Posted By jk On 05.24.2011 @ 4:50 pm

twisted, carb thining with salt and butter sometimes. All twised and curved but edible and filling. dffferent sies shapes and tastes. twised is not always a bad thing – it can be good and salty and filling. It can also be twised like a pretzel

Posted By jk On 05.22.2011 @ 1:41 pm

the robot swung his arms about and awkwardly tried to pick up a tin a can within reach. it laughed as he knocked the can to the ground. others looked at the robot in curiosity. he smiled back, and tilted his head. he patted the dogs head, and went about his business.

Posted By jk On 04.20.2011 @ 11:27 am

The laughter was contagious, the kind that erupts abruptly and is impossible to stop. Tears streaming down their faces, the friends cried happiness.

Posted By jk On 04.14.2011 @ 10:55 pm

no longer the trend. i would say that the horse drawn buggy is obsolete in a modern city. i wish i could make my flaws obsolete. obsolete comes with time. life is short, and some day i shall be obsolete- my thoughts, my memories, and my feelings will hopefully live on though.

Posted By jk On 04.12.2011 @ 2:36 pm

books, rows of them. all different colors. spines of colors, words. the bookshelf is a magical place, and each book holds a journey- mysterious, frightening, or heart-warming. it’s a way to live a thousand lives. each book on the bookshelf is imbued with life.

Posted By jk On 04.11.2011 @ 8:47 pm

there is this thing called integrity. it’s when you do what you say you’ll do. it’s when people cal trust that what you say is what you are, and that behind closed doors- the level of trust doesn’t change. it’s a seamless interaction between words, actions, and one’s own honor and respectibility.

Posted By jk On 04.08.2011 @ 9:41 pm

connected. the way our nerves are connected by the energy traveling through them. the way that our souls are connected by shared energy. being connected is about sharing energy. the way that the earth is connected by sharing energy. being connected in a community is vital to one’s health, to one’s identity, to one’s growth. connected. sometimes are are disconnected.

Posted By jk On 04.06.2011 @ 5:32 pm

she sat in her darkroom waiting for her pictures to develop. She seemed disoriented, wondering if she was talented enough to show her professor that she can open her own gallery. It was about half past eleven.

Posted By JK On 02.02.2011 @ 7:30 pm

The thing you want most as a journalistic cliche. The book by E Waugh? The thing that ice cream is delivered with.

Oddly onomatopoeic word.

Not something I am so fond of.

hah! and the time reset when I hit the back button – so does that mean i can write twice as much? Is that a scoop? Or am I cheating? I suspect that this is cheating which is why I am writing a little off topic for this bit.

Posted By JK On 07.10.2010 @ 4:10 pm

The curls of her hair were bouncing lightly on her back. She was walking towards the library. That’s exactly where I was heading. We walked i, through the sensors and into the computer lab. She sat at my computer. The one that I always used. It must be fate.

Posted By Jk On 04.12.2010 @ 12:41 pm

to give is the ultimate sacrifice, a gift from the heavens. let it be that those who partake in this gift of giving, be rewarded with the fruits of their virtue. For God is a good God who joyfully gives to those that love him.

Posted By jk On 12.25.2008 @ 10:26 am

This sticky substance can be a help for a multitude of chores, frayed hem…tape it! Split skirt….tape it! Lost button….tape it! earring back gone….tape it! Dog hair on clothes….tape it off! The list goes on, don’t forget tape!

Posted By JK On 03.24.2009 @ 4:24 pm

quiet, refelective, serious, thinking, withdrawn,

Posted By JK On 07.17.2008 @ 7:58 am

I love to scarf up my dinner. and lunch too. My hubby will scarf up anything he can get into his mouth. He knows it’s not healthy, but…………

Posted By JK On 07.17.2008 @ 9:22 am

How can you not love toast? I like mine with gobs of salty butter and sometimes sliced tomatoes. Never use white bread like wonder bread.. try a multi-grain which has much more flavor. How about with lox spread or tunafish salad. Yum! I’m making myself hungry!

Posted By JK On 12.19.2008 @ 8:47 am

assum, for a moment, that you are very ill. You are unabable to contain any fluid in your body. you are hot, clammy, and your throat feels like there are razorblades scratching up the sides. That is how my sister is feeling right now.

Posted By jk On 08.27.2009 @ 11:08 am

the itch just won’t go away!!!!!

Posted By JK On 08.16.2009 @ 4:45 am

It is terribly humid in north carolina. Dry heat is tolerable, but once we top centiniel farenheight, then our skin begins to stick to itself, and the proverbial feeling of hot and bothered begins to overtake our sense of balance.

Posted By jk On 08.04.2009 @ 10:25 am

who is asking whom what? and why are they asking whatever they’re asking. can’t they just think for themselves? can’t they not stop being inquisitive and asking? why should they ask? Can’t a man have a minute of peace? does whoever is asking have to keep asking, and thereby intruding on his minute? anyway, what ever he is asking..if i’m the person he’s asking, i refuse to tell him whatever it is that he wants to hear.

Posted By jk On 08.18.2008 @ 10:59 pm

Tarreed and feathered. Barred from the weather. Whether you will ever be better than you ever thought you could be. Be more than the touch of a feather. Or be plucked

Posted By jk On 09.23.2008 @ 6:30 pm

summer, lover, young and uninhibited love in the fields, grass between the toes slight breeze blows the hair off her neck

Posted By jk On 09.12.2008 @ 11:54 am

Though working through night and day at a job that I like in an environment I love, i don’t think I can count myself as stable. That said, what is stability anyway? Is it the stereotype or what suits you?

Posted By jk On 07.02.2008 @ 8:49 am