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its all about having the stuff to back up your ideas, talents and self. its like your reputation, people need to know what you’ve done and how your valuable to them if your ever gonna make it big. Do big things and get big results.

Posted By kyle On 05.05.2013 @ 9:51 am

Clasp my hand around yours. Because that’s what love is about. It’s about holding onto each other like we never want to let go. Together. Forever. My hand and your hand are one together forever. That’s what love is about. I am me and you are you. But together we are one.

Posted By Kyle On 04.27.2013 @ 10:38 pm

I always think coffee shop, but that’s not entirely true is it? Cafe’s can be more than just a Starbucks. There used to be a nice little lunch cafe across from the 7/11 named “a good little cafe”. It was lovely, but it didn’t get enough business to stay open, and not its gone. Sad to see it go.

Posted By Kyle On 04.22.2013 @ 4:59 pm

I was in france. I wasn’t sure where, but I could tell by the name of the cafe I was standing in that I was somewhere in downtown Paris. Not sure how to handle the situation, I checked my pockets for a cellphone of sorts, a way to gather my surroundings, maybe make a call.

Posted By Kyle On 04.22.2013 @ 4:57 pm

I want to jump. Not really, but doesn’t it sound fun? To just let go of everything; to be free as possible, gliding for that split second. Really being alive.

Posted By Kyle On 04.19.2013 @ 6:05 pm

a pestilence, much like the undeniable economy’s poignant enemy in the United States’ federal government. but the word isn’t simply just a disease in literal senses, but figuratively a collective people as well. don’t believe it? try seeing for yourself.

Posted By Kyle On 03.31.2013 @ 7:26 am

i love tales. they can mystify and make people feel enchanted by what they begin to feel. the love and emotional connection that they get when they engage with the characters

Posted By kyle On 03.11.2013 @ 1:43 pm

the visitor was not alive. he was a ghost but he didn’t know how to see. he was a blind ghost visitor and i was in my bed listening to the blind visitor amble around and bump into the night table. “umph” he said. then he said “boo”. I was freaked out by this blind ghost visitor. what a night that was.

Posted By Kyle On 01.29.2013 @ 12:07 am

The father and the leutenant. The Firefighter and the heron. nothing is anything without responsibility.

Posted By Kyle On 01.24.2013 @ 6:58 pm

i have a lot i feel but really not as much as many others i wish i knew how to use the little i have. i dont have a job which makes me feel like a bum and i have no accountability to anyone. is there any way to get around life with responsibility?

Posted By kyle On 01.24.2013 @ 1:07 pm

it is loud and extroirdinarly vibrant if it comes in crasing colours that exediate the thrall of the never ending leprochon volume of the hotel in the middle of the lake because it is a gruesome job to keep the sounds of cpolours alive when they are surrounding you in a pasel of viscious cyecles because it never occured to you to turn the speakers off but you did, and voila,! it is here! is it everywhere. but no, no, no, i havent seen a sound like this. smell it. does it smell good? It must! It must smell because sound is like a flower that needs constant care and if you don’t care it does, cannot grow, it must grow with your love so take this breathe away from it and hold it and put it in a jar and keep it there for safe keeping. they must never ever find it. they cannot! i will not let them. take it. precious, volume.

Posted By Kyle On 01.18.2013 @ 2:06 pm

Sure is the worked that I want to be. Its the thing that I wish I was, but can’t seem to get right. Who are we and where are we going in life? I really wish that life was sure. But that I realize that how am I supposed to be sure about anything when nothing is sure.

Posted By Kyle On 12.30.2012 @ 2:23 pm

Yeah sure, I can write about this word. One of the most passively agreeable words in the english language. You can say this word and agree, but not happily. Hard to sound like a happy person with this word.

Posted By Kyle On 12.30.2012 @ 12:41 pm

The seasons come, the seasons go. For him, there was one season, all year round, and for him it was killing. Hunting down the bad guys, the killers, rapists all of them. He brought them to justice and face the Lord, the judge.

Posted By Kyle On 12.20.2012 @ 6:13 pm

“Sate? What the hell kind of name is Sate?” He asked. “Well if you’re going to be a dick about it then fuck you.” Sate replied angrily “Are you a stripper?” He asked still confused about her name.

Posted By Kyle On 12.19.2012 @ 8:06 pm

He put his controller down, sick of the mass murder that his game was filled with. He wanted something more, something real. Letting out a sigh he stood up and went outside, the first time in a long time to actually do something, not just to go to the bus stop or anything like that.

Posted By Kyle On 12.18.2012 @ 4:04 pm

the was living in his car i like your living room it is very christmas festive

Posted By kyle On 12.14.2012 @ 12:34 pm

the boy was determined to lift 100 pounds. when you are determined you never give up

Posted By kyle On 12.12.2012 @ 11:52 am

i presented my 5 minute speach to the company we all presented diferent ideas

Posted By kyle On 12.10.2012 @ 11:52 am

the ballon just kept on going higher into the sky the man feels that he is higher then the clouds how much higher are we going to go

Posted By kyle On 12.04.2012 @ 11:52 am

the man was from the past the past is behind us just leave it in the past you have to stay down stairs till the storms pasts

Posted By kyle On 11.28.2012 @ 11:52 am

when I mention being straight to my friends I think that they dont believe that I am. But if I do not not mention it to people they think that I am gay. Its weird not knowing what my friends think of me but I know that it is going to get better. Mentioning things is a matter of saying someones name or work of art not just tagging someone in a sentence on twitter.

Posted By Kyle On 11.18.2012 @ 5:10 pm

the institutions were masive those are very big institution

Posted By kyle On 11.16.2012 @ 11:52 am

the man measured the boys height the man measured his weight

Posted By kyle On 11.14.2012 @ 11:55 am

They lined their backs. The desert heat bearing down on them. 20 paces… turn… and fire…

Posted By Kyle On 11.11.2012 @ 7:29 pm

the roar from the line was very loud i heard a roar from over there that roar was loud

Posted By kyle On 11.09.2012 @ 11:58 am

He was teaching at the school, all the kids looking up at him expectantly. He took a deep breath and began. “Hello class! Today is the first day back, we will begin by talking about the history of ancient rome.” The class groaned audibly, “why?” They said.

Posted By kyle On 11.06.2012 @ 1:30 pm

the ground was muddy from the rain the cold water sat in the grounds mudholes the ground was compacted from all the walking on it

Posted By kyle On 11.05.2012 @ 11:52 am

the man took the steps up the haunted house there are many steps into the house the little boy fell down the steps the monster shuffled up the steps

Posted By kyle On 11.01.2012 @ 12:52 pm

the man was sailing on the clouds. the sail wiped out of the pole when the wind picked up. the sail was white.

Posted By kyle On 10.24.2012 @ 12:52 pm