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flour fun sex in the kitchen leaving evidence allover the counters taste testing your sweet pie taking my time sipping on your sweet sticky syrupy goodness hoping i have room left for seconds

Posted By leslie On 04.06.2013 @ 4:30 pm

The leathery skinned iguana slid into the crawlspace at the end of the tunnel, narrowly escaping the screeching tourist children. They know not what they do, but the iguana knows.

Posted By Leslie On 02.21.2013 @ 2:53 pm

Death and life are in the soil. You plant and you bury. Flowers and weeds are in the soil. You prune, uproot, and harvest. The soil is but an oxymoron. Its significance for one, differs in its significance for another. It is fickle. Soil can be fertile or futile. It holds no prejudice.

Posted By Leslie On 12.28.2012 @ 1:58 pm

thats how i want to feel. there is so much animosity in my life and one of these days i just want to wake up feeling reFRESHed, content and ready to take on anything life has to offer. Don’t get me wrong, I have life pretty good. I’m just waiting for that spark and freshness to happen for me.

Posted By Leslie On 10.10.2012 @ 5:23 pm

There were a million of them when I looked into your eyes… all the signs… and the truths I couldn’t ignore when you were there and I was there and I couldn’t stop looking. So, I ran away. I ran far away, because it’s what I was used to doing… I wish you knew me when it wasn’t just this I was comfortable with, but much worse.

Posted By Leslie On 10.01.2012 @ 10:16 pm

Life itself. A splash of bonding and connectivity between humans and/or oneself involved in the universe spiritually,physically,emotionally,mentally.

Posted By Leslie On 09.03.2012 @ 9:39 pm

Texture is the most amazing dance company run by the most amazing man. I want to be in Texture when I grow up. It’s all I want, ever. Like actually though. If there’s one thing that will fulfill my needs in life it will be getting a job with Texture.

Posted By Leslie On 09.01.2012 @ 10:08 pm

My darlings are little angels though they are not mine they hold a precious spot in my heart not many have been there or even seen it but there they reside forever glowing pieces of my existence forever mine in heart and mind

Posted By Leslie On 08.30.2012 @ 4:00 pm

well something to do with money. where people to go deposite and withdrawl. its not all that great really. i feel like its a scam to get in my pants…. pockets that is.

Posted By Leslie On 08.13.2012 @ 7:06 pm

She sits in her office. Pompous and proud. Snooty and strong. Who knows her worries, really? Walk around the office and smell her old woman smell. Mystery life she lives.

Posted By Leslie On 07.29.2012 @ 6:22 pm

the cupcakes are delectable, but seriously– the main prize? the icing. i mean, they don’t say “the icing on the cake” for nothing. it just compliments things so greatly, making a star appearance on any food item.

Posted By leslie On 07.22.2012 @ 8:27 pm

a space in time and a mouse and yeah. the minute holds sixty second, you only have a minute to write this. in a minute many things can happen, one’s life can change forever. a minute is a space of time of 60 seconds and is only a fraction of a day there are 24 hours in a day and 60 minutes in an hour.

Posted By Leslie On 06.22.2012 @ 9:46 pm

I dream of the afternoons where we chat. On the phone, we chatted about miscellanous things. I remember the last chat we had. You told me you still wanted to be friends. That was 3 months ago. Lets chat about the two butterflies outside our window or about the ants that keep climbing that hill.

Posted By Leslie On 06.08.2012 @ 5:14 pm

The beating in my chest has not slowed, it has only become more painful. It seems that in this moment the world has ended. I am lost. Why am I still here without you?

Posted By Leslie On 04.09.2012 @ 12:15 am

It does it every time you come near; your face 50 feet, two feet, straight in front of me. It does it every time you breathe; once in, twice in, thrice in my room. It does it every time you speak; the words on your lips like the meanings of peaks of the Earth I’m disguised in– my heart, it flips, it flips with your grin.

Posted By Leslie On 04.03.2012 @ 3:38 pm

I have a charm bracelet that I got for my eighth grade graduation. I get a new charm each year for Christmas and for my birthday. Right now I have two charms that I need to get put on it. I called a boy charming last night, he really is. He’s the best kid ever.

Posted By Leslie On 04.01.2012 @ 7:47 am

temper, what does temper even mean? it can be quite a few things… an explosive attitude, or to refine something. it’s a strange duality that the word temper has when you think about it. and the two don’t logically or even philosophically correlate.

Posted By Leslie On 03.25.2012 @ 11:36 pm

Her temper controlled her. She didn’t like to admit it, but it took power over her life. She had lost several friends due to this “condition” and she didn’t want to lose anymore. As she walked into the therapist’s office, she glared at all the other misfits, in seek of help. All hypocrites, she thought, staring right back at her in utter disgust. This feeling of not belonging festered inside her for the rest of the day. She had not been able to talk to her therapist about it, but she had realized that nobody wanted her. Not one.

Posted By Leslie On 03.25.2012 @ 1:21 pm

it was the third time he speculated that evening on the difference between letting go and giving it over to God… he still couldn’t figure out which would relieve him of the weight of this world on his shoulders, the weight that took it all… right down to the very last shred of hope.

Posted By Leslie On 03.21.2012 @ 2:07 am

air breeze. hair all over your face. dancing. children playing. drinking in a party with friends until the morning. not remembering anything. playing in the playground.

Posted By Leslie On 03.06.2012 @ 7:54 pm

town and country. small town. not where I want to be, but he does. why? always someone to talk about. never much to actually do. where to eat. simple life. breaking rules – not so much. city life for me. or even suburb. but not a town. not a small town. please oh please.

Posted By Leslie On 03.04.2012 @ 7:55 pm

It tastes good. It’s shaped like the moon! It tastes like bread! They are golden brown! You can put butter on it. It can cook in the oven! Thanksgiving food!

Posted By leslie On 02.28.2012 @ 10:03 am

I could say something lovey like “When im with you im home” or I could say something sad like “this house is not a home” but I think i just want to say that sometimes I prefer playing in the rain over a safe roof.

Posted By leslie On 02.18.2012 @ 11:33 am

We once stood in the cold park watching our breath and smoke. I didnt know we were standing in an ant bed. The next day I was covered in bites. There gone now. Like you.

Posted By leslie On 02.17.2012 @ 7:13 am

It was raining on valentines day and you were siting alone at the bus stop to. I live for moments like that.

Posted By leslie On 02.16.2012 @ 9:15 am

Ponies at the fair, tied together and going nowhere. Who wants a ride? I did, but don’t anymore. Let them be. Just a pony and me, side by side walking away.

Posted By Leslie On 02.11.2012 @ 12:33 am

People underestimate them, but walls have become ingrained in our culture, and they don’t even have to be physical. We put up walls to keep people out, to protect ourselves. But really, we are only trapping ourselves in.

Posted By Leslie On 02.07.2012 @ 5:45 pm

It’s glittering at first… and we sway to the background temp enthused like children in the satisfaction of an arrival to a party… then we sweep in, find the close up, and the grotesque underworld we perceived so pretty is flushed and silent and all too real, so we run away; we’re never ready to deal.

Posted By Leslie On 02.01.2012 @ 12:26 am

Everything hinges in the balance of life. The door hinges creak when I open the door. They rattle when my students bang on the door of my classroom. Everything hinges on what I prepare for the day… all of my classes and students – their success depends on what I do. I am the hinge that holds my class together.

Posted By Leslie On 01.23.2012 @ 4:41 pm

there were twelve dozen people staring at a wall all wondering what to do but each of them knew in their hearts that they were supposed to all be a part of something bigger and better each of them felt the flame in their heart telling them that their purpose is to be a part of

Posted By Leslie On 01.06.2012 @ 5:04 pm