Entries By Joe
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simplify
the way i like to make things crap, simple poop is a sad poop, i like to be slow and take time with my poop. lets all get drunk because the consequences arent simple there yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ans poo
Posted By joe On 05.08.2013 @ 12:38 pm
dissolve
There are feelings that dissolve into the air because we don’t feel them strongly enough. Then there are those emotions that cut through us so violently that we couldn’t tell the difference between them and a machete.
Posted By Joe On 05.02.2013 @ 4:56 am
vines
Are wrapping around throat. I love the way their bathing soma waves cut my this beautiful marble face.
Posted By Joe On 04.05.2013 @ 5:00 pm
bagel
I had a blueberry bagel recently. Not my first, but I remember it clearest. Bagels aren’t a big thing in Australia but they are in America, from what I see on TV. It was a cheap bagel, but with the sugar caramelising, it was just amazing.
Posted By Joe On 04.03.2013 @ 5:39 pm
fabricated
Things are often fabricated by Asians. That’s not because they’re particularly good at fabricating things, or because they enjoy it. They just work for really low wages. So low, in fact, that they like to commit suicide on breaks. Fun stuff. Enjoy your iPhone.
Posted By Joe On 04.01.2013 @ 8:30 pm
bronze
It’s a metal, and a color. Also one of those stupid crayons you only get if you buy the 96 crayon box. It’s like “Hey, let everyone at school know that you’re rich (er), you get the metalic crayons. No kid with the 24 pack, you just get normal colors.”
Posted By Joe On 03.29.2013 @ 12:19 am
instill
Fear was instilling inside of me. I shuddered at the thought of what I had just witnessed. So cold, so dark, so dark. I couldn’t move, my legs were paralyzed. I could only hear the sound of my breath breaking the cold crisp air of the night, the night when everything I ever had come to know changed.
Posted By Joe On 03.02.2013 @ 1:42 pm
bleeding
A hard scream and a shout, came from his demangled disgusting face, moments after the bloodied rusted knife carved a recundant slice into his already brutalised face. Bloodied corpses everywhere, blood blood blood
Posted By Joe On 02.26.2013 @ 3:57 pm
I donated a pint of blood today. that’s about a water bottle full. It wasn’t too bad i just sat and waited for about twenty minutes, which was cool because i got to miss some of my classes due to filling out forms, and the actual process of draining blood.
Posted By joe On 02.26.2013 @ 11:21 am
grasped
Like a baby holding on to your finger, letting go is not an option. I will never give up on this grip. I can only squeeze harder.
Posted By Joe On 02.19.2013 @ 11:14 am
I have been holding on for to long now. It’s time I let go and grasp harder on to the next, object.
Posted By Joe On 02.19.2013 @ 11:12 am
flailing
Again and again I am told to write about flailing. I believe the site has now caused me to flail!
Posted By Joe On 02.19.2013 @ 11:10 am
I have been flailing for awhile now. It is now time to stop with a hard step and a shake of the head. Walk straight and keep your hands by your side.
Posted By Joe On 02.19.2013 @ 11:08 am
Is it me? I don’t think so, I am just watching. Will I do anything to stop it? No I won’t. I enjoy watching the struggle. Payback is a bitch. Sorry.
Posted By Joe On 02.19.2013 @ 11:03 am
Scared in REM trying to escape the madness! Tiered of pleasing the things around me.
Posted By Joe On 02.19.2013 @ 10:57 am
features
physical appearances related to a certain thing the best out of a collection of items the most popular
Posted By Joe On 01.31.2013 @ 7:16 pm
visitor
She didn’t know what she was doing here. She didn’t belong here. But there she was anyway. Everyone was staring at her too. They knew she didn’t belong. Oh fuck it.
Excuse me, do you know where I can find Mr Grant?
Blink. Not here.
How do you mean?
Posted By Joe On 01.28.2013 @ 6:36 pm
cool
It’s what everyone aspires to be at least at one point in their lives. To me, i think it’s about how you represent yourself to those around you. It’s about being confident and having respect for everyone
Posted By Joe On 01.28.2013 @ 5:25 am
speak
To speak is human and only then it is the way we can truly accomplish communication. this is by speaking! if you are not to speak, you are not human because all humans are social creatuers which require communication and social interaction to flourish like a flower or else they will wilt and die like a poor old lily. :(
Posted By joe On 01.27.2013 @ 7:18 am
speech
I speak of nothing but myself, and so my speech is inadequate to speak of myself, for my self is nothing but a fragmented body that is composed of past speeches and talks. That is my experience, and that is who I am. My experience through words is the most important.
Posted By Joe On 01.14.2013 @ 12:36 pm
end
It’s a wild thing, the end. it doesn’t seem possible at this point in time even though I know it’s quite real. Sometimes the end will come; I’ve certainly seen the last sip of beer at the bottom of a glass, the last drop of gas in the tank. Those things, they come with a new beginning. I’m wildly drunk and thinking of the end just doesn’t seem like something I should do. I like the idea of embracing it, stepping into the light… it’s the start of something else though. It’s been 60 seconds at this point and it seems like this whole thing is a heap of bullshit. was I supposed to keep track of it? I figured it would cut me off. There might be a chance that it was supposed to be 60 minutes but that seems like it would be quite the request. The end, man, it’s always something isn’t it? I feel like I like the end, thrive on the end, it’s just such a mother fucker. I hope
Posted By Joe On 01.14.2013 @ 1:13 am
cry
The boy sat on the cold stoop of the house, his head in his hands. Nothing was right in this life, he thought. The rain did not make things any better. He stood up, brushing the lone tear from his face. I have to go, he thought, but where to go?
Posted By Joe On 01.12.2013 @ 8:40 am
The man cried when he saw what had been done to his home. It wasn’t the first time it had been vandalized, but never to this extent. There were several painted swastikas on every wall, and bricks have been thrown through most windows. He knew the cost for repairs would be way out of budget. He decided, therefore, to take revenge instead.
Posted By Joe On 01.12.2013 @ 6:38 am
must
I must have it! I MUST.
Everyone I know already has one. It’s unfair that I should be denied the same right. It’s just not fair!
I know. I will just take it — sneak into my neighbor’s backyard, open the back window leading into their living room, tiptoe to their fireplace and grab it: a family portrait with everyone present and everyone happy to be together. ….
Posted By Joe On 01.07.2013 @ 12:14 pm
I must have it! I MUST.
Everyone I know already has one. It’s unfair that I should be denied the same right. It’s just not fair!
I know. I will just take it — sneak into my neighbor’s backyard, open the back window leading into their living room, tiptoe to their fireplace and grab it: a family portrait with everyone present and everyone happy to be together.
Posted By Joe On 01.07.2013 @ 12:09 pm
officers
corrupt, police is that matter, they seem to feel above the law and ordinary citizens must obey there power. we must fear them. there is no bounderies for the most part. people fear them. i fear them. they can make any situation work for them and against you. at any moment in time they can make you a criminal.
Posted By joe On 12.29.2012 @ 8:49 pm
actual
This is reality. What is. What there is supposed to be. Truth. The word describes what many people want to hear and want to obtain.
Posted By joe On 12.23.2012 @ 1:08 pm
scatter
Her books fell, scattering papers all across the sidewalk. An unassuming man of meduim stature and chesnut-colored hair walked by and swept them up. After exchanging one glance and a quick smile, the two strangers headed off to work. They never met again.
Posted By Joe On 12.21.2012 @ 4:35 pm
July
your body is like a hot July evening young and careless and running around barefoot you are sweet like ice tea I dive into your body like the ocean on a hot summer day slowly,than all at once
Posted By joe On 12.08.2012 @ 8:41 am
