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Soap is the smell that lingers on the collar of your shirt, or the cuffs of your shirt. Soap is the distinctive smell that means home, means clean, means soft clothes and clean bedding. Soap is the lather, rinse, repeat that we take for granted, take as routine, take as a given.

Posted By Jay On 05.09.2013 @ 7:34 pm

is this something that has to do with water? or maybe hopping over some kind a bridge with a trench under neath it? maybe something trolls live in, im not really sure what this is.

Posted By jay On 04.08.2013 @ 1:48 pm

Vines Vines are beautiful things, are they not? They can conceal worlds behind them, all the while containing many many worlds of lives within their own roots, for vines do not age like any other plant, they live for lifetimes, seeing many stories that they cannot ever tell to another being. Beautiful thing, is it not?

Posted By Jay On 04.05.2013 @ 7:31 am

It started off so simply – get in, get the jewel, get out. So how did he end up in this predicament, with a girl tied to a bed, a man locked in a cupboard, and a dog the size of a carthorse trying to break down a door as thick as his thigh? His entire life had been one long calamity, but this situation was certainly a lowlight.

Posted By Jay On 03.25.2013 @ 9:46 pm

The going was rough over the mountainous terrain. Even the goats, which had followed them for days, seemed to not want to come up this far. The stones had given way to boulders and the treacherous path had all but disappeared. They made their way by sight alone, simply moving up and ever up to the peak.

Posted By Jay On 03.09.2013 @ 11:18 pm

“I see you’ve returned,” said the woman, “and not before time too. Where’ve you been, gallinvanting all over the country. You ain’t a young man no more.” Her shrill tones weren’t interrupted as she bustled good naturedly about the kidchen, setting down plates and picking up pots, stirring things and tasting others.

Posted By Jay On 03.08.2013 @ 2:42 am

“When he signals we must be ready to move,” the woman whispered to the boy, twitching aside the curtain to gaze into the gallery below. The man stood at the far end of the long room, by the door, bowing to each dignitary upon their arrival. “This may be our only chance.”

Posted By Jay On 03.07.2013 @ 4:00 am

The flames licked against the drapes and then leapt up them, hungrily, and the woman seemed frozen in fear and indecision. “Here!” cried the old man, gesturing frantically with one outstretched hand, “come to me, quickly!” She flicked panicked eyes at him, just for a moment, and then continued to stare at the rising flames around her.

Posted By Jay On 03.05.2013 @ 10:59 pm

A lamb was in the road ahead and the old man held out a warning hand to, striking the boy’s chest gently. He motioned with his head, never taking his eyes off the lamb, for the boy to stay back. “There is something wrong here,” he whispered, and his voice was tense.

Posted By Jay On 03.05.2013 @ 2:58 am

“You seem to have been instilled with some decency, at least,” the old man said, looking at the boy.

Posted By Jay On 03.02.2013 @ 5:24 pm

There was a time when every word I spoke conjured a world, when every sentence was the birth of something wonderful and amazing and new. And then, with the a sigh and glance, it was all taken away from me.

Posted By Jay On 03.02.2013 @ 12:45 am

Railway systems. Reminds me of the times when I had to take the train to get to my college. Those were so not fun times. There was always weird people involved, though they weren’t half as bad as the people on the bus.

Posted By Jay On 02.02.2013 @ 2:35 am

trapped in a barrel, it rocks back and forth. water rushes around me so close, it feels like i’m breathing it, the euphoric nausea. it is not the hurried stream i inhale, but an intimate blanket of perspiration, draping skin and lungs

Posted By Jay On 01.01.2013 @ 8:57 pm

The harsh wind brushed against his face, sending chills down his spine. He hated this season, Winter. It was the one he dreaded every year, mostly because it reminded him of his childhood. His ugly, disgusting, broken childhood. It was all his fault though, and he knew it. Everything was always his fault. From the day he was born, everyone had always seemed to pin the blame on him for no apparent reason, and it hurt. It stung, just like everything else in his life. All he could ever do, was remember how he would always be completely imperfect, forever and always.

Posted By Jay On 12.21.2012 @ 10:12 am

My library books are due the words I have been meaning to imprint on my mind now I have to rush to sink them in because my library books are due images I desire to see inspiration for painting and songs because my library books are due

Posted By Jay On 12.16.2012 @ 6:08 pm

determined to be somebody, determined but not focused, not enough focus to make the determination good, or useful, its just a wish right now

Posted By Jay On 12.12.2012 @ 7:40 pm

i don’t have any more money for cat food. i think the magpies ran off with the bag. dollar store is 10 miles away. end of the month always presents me with these kinds of problems.

Posted By Jay On 12.10.2012 @ 6:17 pm

tall, cute, funny, lovely, *-*, wish, really cute, boys, boy, man, mountain, lord of the rings, far over the misty mount doom… music, song, sing, little people,

Posted By Jay On 12.04.2012 @ 5:43 pm

rise up , above , sunrise ,fall, against, bring to the front, get a rise out of….

Posted By jay On 11.29.2012 @ 12:57 pm

Local. First thought is actually a gangster related thing.. which are the gang called “Locolz” in my home reservation. But I dont know why I chose to write about that instead. I’d say local for me is home. My strength strengethning, and my friends that I love, and don’t love anymore. Shi

Posted By Jay On 11.27.2012 @ 2:06 am

It is where I’m held down at. My head is so stuck to it that I cannot lift it up. Down there, I can hear hell howling in all its terrible voices. It is where I come from and where I will go.

Posted By Jay On 11.06.2012 @ 11:21 am

Since we last spoke, I feel I’ve learned alot. I’ve learned that you can want, without loving something…or someone. I’ve learned that selfishness is the way of the world, and people were programmed to dissapoint. I’ve learned that I am not above all the horrible, fucked up shit people do. I am a part of the chaos. A small piece of pain and pleasure, depending on the day and time. I’ve learned I did not need you to feel important. I was important. I am important. I needed you because I did not want to be alone. I needed you because I thought I loved you. Since we last spoke, I’ve grown…and grown old. I’ve grown weary. I’ve grown…up.

Posted By Jay On 10.13.2012 @ 10:50 pm

Azula has a dominant personality based on her relationship with her mother Ursa. She was believed to be a monster her whole life, thus taking over the characteristics of her father Ozai.

Posted By jay On 10.09.2012 @ 12:23 pm

what is possible? Everything is possible, I like to think that atleast. What is impossible? Perhaps nothing! I truly truly wonder where about the extent of possibilism reigns or where I am. Where anything goes and comes from. I don’t know.

Posted By Jay On 10.06.2012 @ 9:03 pm

Before i was a superhero … true shit bro.

Posted By Jay On 09.25.2012 @ 6:13 am

There isn’t a form for it - Cause I left it with my pride. I can’t recall where my anxiety hid my fear. The causes are gone. I remember the feeling but not the dread.

Posted By jay On 09.24.2012 @ 10:26 am

There isn’t a form for it. cause I left it with my pride. I can’t recall where my anxiety hid my fear. the causes are gone. I only remember the feeling but not the dread.

Posted By Jay On 09.24.2012 @ 10:20 am

Halt… When does anyone ever halt when you tell them to? Why do police or law people yell that anyways? Actually… I don’t think anyone yells that anymore. Don’t people usually say ‘Freeze!’ these days or something to that effect? Affect? Effect I think… Now I sound like a schizophrenic, all scatter minded.

Posted By Jay On 08.21.2012 @ 5:26 pm

are things that can be both dangerous and useful. It can burn you up inside to keep one to the point that its not worth it or it can be satisfying to help out a friend whose story needs to be kept

Posted By jay On 08.03.2012 @ 3:58 pm

A machine. Produces power to a wheel. Fitted with vanes. It revolves quickly.

Posted By Jay On 07.09.2012 @ 11:04 pm