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string

a long piece of string that can be any length and it can be used to tie things together and sometimes it can get stuck in places because it can be very long and annoying. it is like spaghetti and it can come in many different colours. string is used in textiles and you thread it through a needle. it can be

Posted By laura On 06.18.2008 @ 5:45 am

String is long. Usually white. Tooth floss is a kind of string. I sometimes forget to throw it out and it just lies there. I don’t like it when string frays. It gets really messy. String is pretty useful. You can tie people up with it. Not that I would. Depends I guess. I can’t really think of any other uses for string. Metaphoric string is better.

Posted By Laura On 06.18.2008 @ 4:57 am

scent

smell, happy, pleasant, aroma, smile, perfume, odor,

Posted By Laura On 05.08.2008 @ 11:26 am

cone

ice cream steam madonna wears cones on her boobs i dont know what else, hone, scone, bone, boner, stone, alone, lone, almost gnome, phone, tone, ssssssssa(o)ne? anone. is not a word. conical comical tonical. condone.

Posted By Laura On 05.06.2008 @ 11:48 am

dry

My eyes are dry right now, I just woke up and it’s killing me. I hate how I have to wear contacts and then you have totally undeserving snobbish people who are perfect in every way. I wish I didn’t have bad eye sight, there are so many limitations I have because of it. I can’t wait till I get older and can get some eye surgery to fix it.

Posted By Laura On 05.04.2008 @ 9:44 am

glimpse

It is a curious thing – a glimpse. You catch it with the corner of your eye – be it a passing car, a boy on the other side of the street, a bee in a flower – ut this is what makes our days colorful. They consist of such glimpses – such small miracles.

Posted By Laura On 05.04.2008 @ 6:04 am

raw

meat.. ew crap what do i write? oranges… ew orange skin all bitter and ick orange juice tangy tang powdered drink powerade expensive money SHUT UP MUM IM BUSY

Posted By laura On 04.25.2008 @ 3:55 am

sitting

I do it all day at work. sitting is awful.

Posted By Laura On 04.23.2008 @ 10:44 am

major

I was a major in Occupational Therapy in school. It was one of the best career choices I could have made. There are still a multitude of jobs. I can choose where and what I want to do. I can travel anywhere in the world and be hired. I thank my mother for pointing me in this direction.

Posted By Laura On 01.16.2010 @ 7:47 am

spot

the fuzzy spot around her eye was like a half mask, stretching almost all the way from her long, draping ears to her wet, sniffling nose. I had never seen a cuter puppy in the world.

Posted By Laura On 01.15.2010 @ 10:48 am

i saw you standing there. in your spot. it made me wish i was there. made me want to be with you. the wind blew right there in your spot. the world was turning under your spot. move just a little closer to me, move near me, make me your spot. make this your home.

Posted By Laura On 01.14.2010 @ 5:23 pm

powder

Gun. It’s a flash, lightning and thunder, a whole small storm contained in iron. A burst and a bang and a piece of metal smaller than your thumb catapulted out of the barrel, speeding toward death and destruction and salvation.

Posted By Laura On 01.13.2010 @ 6:10 pm

Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.Powder.

Posted By Laura On 01.13.2010 @ 6:10 pm

powder is soft and white sometimes, why do we use it, we use it on babys bottoms and on our own bodies, and all powder is makeup as called cover up and we cover the spots on our face we dont want people to see so we look good.

Posted By laura On 01.13.2010 @ 4:35 pm

snow white powder…thats all he talks about, you’d think it was cocaine. those slopes are as addicting, the rush that comes while flying past the trees, the snowboards, the time.

i wish he’d slow down sometimes.

Posted By laura On 01.13.2010 @ 4:11 pm

cocaine, snow, sugar, soft, sweet, grainy, dusty, dry, sour, white, ash, makeup

Posted By Laura On 01.13.2010 @ 2:49 pm

bamboo

Bamboo pandas eat it smooth in between little bumpy knobs is now used for flooring and other home goods stringy, fiber, chewy, Asia How tall does it grow? Is it a weed? Does it take over everything around it? Does it grow in a forest? Bamboo

Posted By Laura On 01.12.2010 @ 7:56 am

i registered for silverware tray…my future constructed with square pieces of bamboo, angular and modern.

Posted By laura On 01.11.2010 @ 5:27 pm

system

what am I supposed to write? About system? I don’t understand what exactly I am supposed to do here but I think I’m supposed to keep writing. Yeah. One Word. I don’t get it…?

Posted By Laura On 01.09.2010 @ 9:44 pm

burst

explode

Posted By laura On 01.09.2010 @ 8:17 pm

the flames burst out like the suns rays, chasing us out.

Posted By laura On 01.08.2010 @ 9:09 pm

margaret ran into the pale violet midnight sky inhale exhale inhale inhale inhale …

Posted By laura On 01.08.2010 @ 8:27 pm

flavor

taste is on my lips and taste buds. fireworks explode in my mouth as the food touchs my tongue. colors…bright colors. yum chocolate.

Posted By Laura On 01.07.2010 @ 5:51 pm

I like flavor. It’s simple. I was designed to enjoy flavor. It gives me something and I take it. A sensation. A memory. A thought that comes and goes. It wasn’t always that way, however. Flavor did not always exist

Posted By Laura On 01.07.2010 @ 1:27 pm

figure

i never called you i never cracked your spine or snapped your twigs when you stood that way in the windowsill i still hate your silhouette

Posted By laura On 01.06.2010 @ 4:32 pm

she stands on the balcony heart swings breaking glasses molding death with her pale fingertips i never called her in the rain

Posted By laura On 01.06.2010 @ 4:30 pm

confusion

Suddenly I can’t breathe, it’s swallowing me whole. What my heart wants doesn’t tally with what my mind desires. It sure is confusing to me.

Posted By Laura On 01.05.2010 @ 8:53 pm

tower

He is my strong tower, my shelter, my strength. Without Him I would be defenseless and overtaken in a matter of minutes. There is safety within His walls, hope in the deep foundation it is built in.

He is my tower.

Posted By laura On 01.04.2010 @ 4:56 pm

ship

Horizon hugging love monster of the northern seas, bring about your ship, your tempest filled sails. Hold me once again in your ocean kissed helm.

Posted By Laura On 01.04.2010 @ 1:45 pm

for sailing to the land of dreams and for sending love in a box- tissues paper perfumed with the scent of desire. Cold and damp, wind always present, a liminal space between air and sea, a vessel of change, a reason to sing, a place to forget something.

Posted By Laura On 01.03.2010 @ 3:15 pm