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Fakery. You told some fibs. Those stories to avoid shame, regret, and the truth. You tell yourself to make yourself believe you are happy where you are.

Posted By Kris On 05.07.2013 @ 6:07 am

The land around us. Trees, lakes, and rivers, all around, giving us beauty. Mountains exist if you are lucky.

Posted By Kris On 03.10.2013 @ 10:21 am

The fire is very dangerous because that cause

Posted By kris On 03.06.2013 @ 9:53 am

The bench was worn nearly through with the weight of all the people who had sat on it. Its wooden planks were scuffed, scarred from tiffs, fights, breakups, the force of human emotion.

Posted By Kris On 02.20.2013 @ 6:13 pm

I could feel him size me up, trying to figure out what was lurking beneath my bubbly personality. I knew he could see right through me, I knew that he knew that it was all a show. He was right.

Posted By Kris On 01.15.2013 @ 7:49 pm

promises are the worst things, cause no matter what they always get broken, no one truely understands what they are and how to go about them. they are there own unspoken art. mysteriousness is the only word i can think of to describe them in this very moment, promises are painful, and they will break your heart after the one you love tell you they promise you the world only to have them die on you and never get to see those promises come true, even after they promised to never die on you. there gone now anyways so why does it matter anymore. all thats left is broken promises

Posted By Kris On 01.08.2013 @ 5:52 pm

My entire life I have wondered, ‘What is man’s fascinations with Gods and religion?’ Why is that that we feel like we need to make up stories as our solutions to everything. In the olden times when people weren’t certain as to why there were things such as lighting or waves, they made Zues and Poseiden. Now a days, we have all the answers and Zues and Poseiden have been written off as fiction, but the ancient Greeks were so fixated on the fact that they were right and that that was the only way. God now, is just something use as an excuse to be forgiven for their wrong doings, but perhaps in a few centuries people will evolve in their ways of thinking and realise that they shouldn’t blame anyone or anything but themselves.

Posted By Kris On 01.04.2013 @ 1:10 pm

It’s cold now. It seems like it’s raining all the time. Days come when I miss the summer like mad, but then I climb into bed and under my mass of blankets, and you’re right there and it’s like I’m warmer than I’ve ever been before.

Posted By Kris On 12.21.2012 @ 2:44 am

All we work for is to make the business better. As an artist i have employees yeah but i would never call them that, they are friends. We share a common goal and we achieve it. Work when called “work” is dreadful and we at most times procrastinate and delay that which needs to be done. im not sure if employees would have your back like a friend based relationship. although you should never mix business with friendship. when mastered and thought through it can be very valuable and successful.

Abstrakt,

Posted By Kris On 11.16.2012 @ 10:45 am

Do you measure me? And do i fill your desires ? Our glass is half full, we measure the volume with happiness. When it all falls down what really matters is the measures you took to fight for your life. To fight in the name of .. L… shouldn’t say it, Fight for your heart for no one can judge a man who measures his happiness only on the acheivment of his dreams

Posted By Kris On 11.15.2012 @ 10:55 am

Draw a picture paint a vivid story for the mind, like an artist give in to so much but abstract your self from the lies. Find your truth, reseed your roots and always know. That tomorrows perception is for a better objective. Draw your future with the imagination of the mind

Abstrakt, #mastersofceremony link to soundcloud.com

Posted By Kris On 11.12.2012 @ 10:01 am

I spend without no thought. i buy with out worry. What if i was poor, What if i couldn’t provide for the ones i love. Would you still spend time with me. Without all these materialistic things. Would you still say it was time well spent?

Posted By Kris On 11.10.2012 @ 12:51 pm

They. They were inevitably happy. Despite life, despite everyone telling them to change, they were happy. They we’re alive. They were themselves, in a world constantly trying to make them someone else.

Posted By Kris On 11.08.2012 @ 8:30 pm

They didn’t like to fight. Fighting was silly; it was a colossal waste of time, energy, and emotion. Things they had precious little of. None to spare. No, fighting was useless.

Posted By Kris On 10.24.2012 @ 2:12 am

is it possible to do the things i want to do in life? is anything possible? i have no idea anymore! i dont know if its possible for me to write any more!

Posted By kris On 10.07.2012 @ 11:01 am

I’m afraid of everything. Nothing seems to be going right and being afraid won’t help. But damn I’m afraid. I just wish I could fix this and make it all alright. Marriage inst supposed to be like this! We’re supposed to be on our own. Not with his parents!

Posted By Kris On 09.23.2012 @ 9:47 pm

Things are not always the best in the beginning. Things tend to be a little bit messed up and will cause you massive amounts of confusion. It doesn’t mean you should stop going on though. The beginning needs to have a middle and an ending in a span of at least an hour.

Posted By Kris On 09.20.2012 @ 7:57 pm

He flexed. Some guys are shy about it and some are all about it. And girls usually don’t give a single ….. You know. But flexing can be a turn on or just a players addiction. Annoying. Flex is also fun to say

Posted By kris On 09.08.2012 @ 3:09 pm

Quiet. Everywhere. The air, the dirt, the water in his body, the marrow in his bones. All silent. Still. It was freaky. He dared not move a muscle for fear of breaking the spell. How long had he been still? Forever. Only a second. Three minutes, maybe. An eternity, tops.

Posted By Kris On 09.06.2012 @ 3:05 pm

texture has a feel; it has a pattern. it’s a word worth a lot of points in words with friends if you can get the x on a TL and the whole word on a TW square. I don’t like the texture of bananas as I chew them, so I don’t

Posted By Kris On 09.01.2012 @ 2:44 pm

Magazines. Papers. Platic. Advertisments. They ahve it all. It’s amazing what they show and what they forget. They tell secrets on how to give a good blowjob but are oblivious to supporting the mid set of strong young women. Why not politics or law instead of sex

Posted By kris On 08.28.2012 @ 5:17 pm

I want yours. I need it to go on. You validate me. Well, you’re supposed to. But, I’m sinking now because you haven’t. I’m begging for it – and you won’t. Why? I wish I didn’t need your validation, but I do.

Posted By Kris On 08.12.2012 @ 5:41 am

Old pages. The scent of the ink, stamped into them. Heady. The feel of the paper between your fingers. Heavenly. Better than skin. Skin-on-skin. Skin-on-paper.

Posted By Kris On 08.10.2012 @ 4:33 pm

I dont know what to say hahahahaha. Hmm…. Blah blah blah. I love lamp YEAH!!!!! What the heck is this site?? What am I doing? Wait am I supposed to right about that word up there? Oh well I dont really want to do that so I will talk about nothing in paticular. Hmmm I love my boyfriend!! He makes me so freaking happy.

Posted By Kris On 08.08.2012 @ 3:16 pm

Click! The shutter snapped closed, so fast, hundredths of a second, but it captured so much in so little time. Belle stood next to Jon, smiling, looking wan but cheerful; Jon was hugging him tight round the shoulders, his long fingers cupping the brittle edge of bone, an anchor.

Posted By Kris On 08.03.2012 @ 4:01 am

I have a drinks cabinet full of politicians, who think they are every important but I would prefer it if I had a bottle of Gammeldansk or a really good bottle of red wine. Like a Shiraz or a pinotage. Cabinets are useful items of furniture or elements of a democracy. Wich would you prefer? Drinks or politicians full of hot air? I guess we need government but one has to wonder a the usefulness of some who are often referred to as blood suckers and not damn good to anyone or anything!

Posted By Kris On 07.29.2012 @ 12:55 am

Put it away. Hide it in the back. Like a note from that boy. Like the paper bag you got from the back alley. Don’t think about it until your hand brushes something familiar.

Posted By Kris On 07.28.2012 @ 2:34 pm

Gum has gotten me through middle school and high school. Throughout these puberty-filled years, I brought gum around everywhere. It helped me stay awake when my most boring teachers were teaching about the most useless topics. It got me through days of eating onions from my pizza and garlic bread.

Posted By Kris On 07.25.2012 @ 8:59 pm

Coffee. A muffin. The steam is rising from the depths of the cup and I curl my hands around the base, warming them. Snow is drifting down outside the window, slowly, steadily barring my way back out into the real world.

Posted By Kris On 06.30.2012 @ 4:45 am

distribute – to give out, to give out goods/products, to make money, make purchases, objects, desires, possibly life’s necessities, worldwide, hand-out.

Posted By kris On 06.26.2012 @ 9:48 pm