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stack them up. stack of magazine rack. big rack, like elk. big rack, like tits. new years so tits are plentiful on desperate girls, lonely and three drinks too far.

Posted By Kay On 12.31.2009 @ 4:32 pm

clasp my memories to my mind as if i could ever forget you fastening the clasp on my necklace and your kiss on my neck

Posted By kay On 12.29.2009 @ 1:07 am

regina spektor folding chair sunshine and laundry fresh cotton smell staircases yellow walls and skylights crinkles

Posted By kay On 11.30.2009 @ 2:14 pm

No one sends cards anymore No one sends love letters Everything is digital nowadays Everyone on the go Hurrying, fleeting, moving I miss the beauty of letters I miss the effort it takes I miss … the old times. I wish I had a card with me I wish it was the old times … again.

Posted By Kay On 11.15.2009 @ 7:35 pm

Colorful glittery bendable twistable Red, green, yellow, blue, purple, orange I love to wear it I love to break it I love to bend it I love to twist it Headbands are in headbands are out But no matter what they are always about.

Posted By Kay On 11.10.2009 @ 6:20 am

Calm soft air flittering in the wind the smell intoxicates lets you dream of possibilities it burns and along with it the dream burns until … one day the incense burns bright the calm soft air flitters in the wind and lets you dream inifinite dreams

Posted By Kay On 11.08.2009 @ 5:11 pm

she had lost it. a long time ago. her identity along with her possessions. lost in the ruins of a house. in the bombed out streets of a city. the name long lost in her memories. what she was today, she hadn’t been then.

Posted By Kay On 11.04.2009 @ 4:06 am

it’s certain that i have no clue as to why i’m doing this. it’s almost mid time and i barely wrote anything useful or even remotely funny. At first i was at a rush to type whatever was on my mind, but now i realized i had much more time that i anticipated.

Posted By Kay On 11.02.2009 @ 1:45 pm

They go round and round they turn and turn and turn They don’t stop … they don’t ever stop they just keep turning and turning

They are like hope You cannot stop You cannot not turn You cannot not go round You need to keep on turning.

Posted By Kay On 11.22.2009 @ 3:22 am

Overflowing stuff is a hassle. It just makes me mad when my drink at burger king overflows…the dang BK!

Posted By Kay On 11.21.2009 @ 2:38 pm

I am overflowing with love with blessings with happiness

I choose to be in this state and not that

I want to overflow with love with blessings with happiness

I will it to happen I want it to happen I want to … overflow.

Posted By Kay On 11.20.2009 @ 11:14 pm

It was quite the eternal rush. A powerful adrenaline that went on for days, weeks. The more pills she swallowed, the more thrills ensued.

Posted By Kay On 11.19.2009 @ 3:05 pm

Oh my gosh…My brother is the weirdest guy in the world. He does some pretty bizarre stuff. One time he just did a bunch of spazms and made all these wied noises…!

Posted By Kay On 11.17.2009 @ 8:28 pm

god jesus church we are holy singing camp christmas trees star bethlahem mary baby joesph love cherishing

Posted By kay On 12.06.2009 @ 10:23 pm

i went to church. it actually kinda sucked, first the paster talks aobut non material poseions and then he begins to talk about money… wtf is that about?

Posted By kay On 12.06.2009 @ 5:31 pm

i had nothing left to give. she took. she took she took she took and i gave so readily. she took so needily. and my giving was so needy. i gave everything and was left with nothing

Posted By Kay On 12.24.2009 @ 9:14 pm

he carried in the tray, with water, soup, and paperwhites to mask the smell of sickness. Annie? he opened the door… there was no response. the tray hit the floor.

Posted By kay On 12.23.2009 @ 10:39 am

supreme being? the success rate of prayer is hardly evidence that there’s someone up there

Posted By kay On 12.21.2009 @ 5:43 pm

When you have OCD, a disorder where the brain must see everything straight or in perfect order, alignment is good. Not everyone’s lives have alignment, some have clustered lifestyles and I am one of those people. I wake up not knowing anything, just like most, but I rarely make plans.

Posted By kay On 12.20.2009 @ 2:08 am

I feel better when things are properly aligned because I like when everything is in order. I wish that life was simple and made of straight lines that could all be organized neatly.

Posted By Kay On 12.19.2009 @ 8:19 pm

the scent of the fresh pine trees filled the girls nose. All around her, pine trees were thick, tall, and reaching towards the sky. she looked up at the tops of the trees and saw that all their upper branches entertwined into one.

Posted By kay On 12.14.2009 @ 10:25 pm

i am the secretary for overexploited populations of large fish. i record the near extinction of large, widely distributed fish.

Posted By kay On 03.03.2010 @ 4:25 am

our three sides meet in perfect equality each of them contributing the perfect amount spurting forth unique characteristics that are all the same.

Posted By kay On 03.02.2010 @ 4:41 am

electrictity

Posted By kay On 01.29.2010 @ 4:54 pm

There are so many filing cabinets. So many names. So many places and portraits and things tucked away in big, steel boxes with small manilla labels, written in scrawl hardly readable.

I suppose it’s odd to organize your memories this way, but that’s how I’ve always done it. In catalogues, by time and by significance.

There’s a scale, you know. One to ten. Nothing to infinity–useless to everything.

Posted By Kay On 01.27.2010 @ 8:41 pm

Wow. I wish I was that flexible. What is that, the tree or something? Looks so relaxing. But thinking about my body doing that. OW. No flexibility. I should stretch more. Yoga would help. Yoga helps a lot of people….. Maybe I should take up yoga?

Posted By Kay On 01.24.2010 @ 6:57 pm

a choice one has that can help the decision or render helpless

Posted By kay On 01.21.2010 @ 1:50 pm

Oh my god, I’m pregnant. I never wanted babies, and I feel like this is going to absolutely ruin my life. How do I finish nursing school, keep my job, ride horses, and enjoy sex if I’ve got a huge belly? I don’t want stretch marks, and there are too many unwanted babies in this world. I could never get an abortion. What do I do?

Posted By Kay On 10.14.2009 @ 10:06 am

Pie is divine. Apple, peach, pumpkin…mine Sitting in a warm oven Waiting to be put on my plate Delicious

Posted By Kay On 10.12.2009 @ 6:18 pm

The runaway kid had no idea where to go, but the thing was, he really didn’t care. He just had to get away. From home. From his parents. From everything that he’d gone through in the past few weeks. From anybody else’s point of view, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal. But no one could understand. It’s not like he was going to try and explain it either. He was just fending for himself.

Posted By kay On 03.24.2010 @ 8:07 pm