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into little particles that float on the wind and are sent off from one another, scattered across the globe, without even a memory of what they once were together

Posted By Lindsay On 05.02.2013 @ 5:42 am

Max, loud, Trimet, traveling to diferent places. a reason to get permit hassle dads, doctors. bus drivers, Job, lost,

Posted By Lindsay On 04.18.2013 @ 8:08 pm

I hated Maths. It wasn’t that I was bad at it. Au contraire, I was the best in my class. But there was just something about all those numbers, about the stupid circle theorum and nth term, that rubbed me up the wrong way.

So it was to be expected when I found myself to be in a horrific mood as I sat in the dull, sweltering classroom, listening in boredom as my teacher, Mr Roberts, a short, balding man with a pot-belly larger than Santa’s, drone on about algebraic manipulation. Wasn’t Satan happy with the tortuous invention of Maths? Why did he have to add the alphabet into it? But one alphabet wasn’t enough for you, was it Mr Satan? You just had to add the Greek Alphabet into the equation as well. I hate my life.

Posted By Lindsay On 04.14.2013 @ 11:36 am

The tree loomed high above her. Its branches were thick, like arms lifted to the night, swaying to the music of the wind in an elegant dance as ancient as the earth itself.

The little girl scurried past, the shredded tatters of her dress billowing at her ankles. She chanced a glance behind her and yelped upon seeing two men chasing after her, swords clanging against their heavy armour.

Posted By Lindsay On 04.12.2013 @ 6:29 pm

If you have one thing plus another thing, you have the second thing also. Sometimes when I have a lot to say, I start again with also. I think sometimes that I want this, but I want THAT also, and unfortunately the two things are mutually exclusive. That’s a hard situation. Just the one I’m in right now.

Posted By Lindsay On 03.08.2013 @ 7:02 pm

why think? about what? Who even thinks anymore? I don’t think anyone thinks anymore, humans just do now.. No thinking involved, just doing. No thought as to what you’re about to do to a person, you just do it without a freaking care in the world.

Posted By Lindsay On 02.05.2013 @ 7:20 pm

There is always another choice. Never kill anyone for anyone. Love is the answer. Bad choice, bad decision.

Posted By Lindsay On 02.02.2013 @ 4:23 pm

I honestly dont understand a thing. Do people like to lie? To people like to cheat? well basically when you think about it we all lie and cheat. So, i really don’t know what to say about politicians. Thats it. I don’t care, I don’t want to care. maybe I should

Posted By Lindsay On 01.10.2013 @ 3:06 am

When she gathered up all of her thoughts to leave, she suddenly realized that her heart was a lot emptier than when she had first arrived. She gasped, looking around frantically as if she thought she would find the missing contents had simply fallen out of her pocket onto the floor or the couch beside her. She would come to know instead that she had been lugging around an empty barrel of a heart for many years now; it had just taken her this long to take notice.

Posted By Lindsay On 01.01.2013 @ 7:31 pm

As a young female the world is seen with in the gaze of the other. She is always looked at, gawked at as if under a magnifying glass. Is she good enough? She must be pretty, thin, and well made up. If she is not then she must not be considered female.

Posted By Lindsay On 12.31.2012 @ 6:26 pm

The officers filled in. Not one by one, but in a huge ball of evil. They stormed the streets shoving innocent people aside destroying everything in their path. They had no remorse and showed no signs of mercy. It was their duty, and everyone had tunnel vision not caring about what was left behind.

Posted By Lindsay On 12.29.2012 @ 6:13 pm

It was supposed to be routine. In and out. Under and awake again before she knew it. Until she got stuck.

Posted By Lindsay On 12.24.2012 @ 1:43 pm

It is the greatest feeling in the world to be known. To be understood. To be able to say something, or not even have to say something, and for the other person to just understand. Completely. But this phenomenon is also one of the scariest feelings. Because once you are known, you can’t take it back. You can’t become un-known.

Posted By Lindsay On 12.22.2012 @ 4:03 pm

I don’t think much about seasons anymore. There is either not enough change or too much change. I don’t fit. Something seems off. Maybe the winds will bring a change.

Posted By Lindsay On 12.20.2012 @ 6:29 pm

It is the Christmas season. What does this mean for me, especially now, as I now have experienced two decades of Christmases? Santa Claus isn’t real, we threw away all of our traditions with the extended family because they can’t seem to be bothered to come anymore, and to top it off—it has been 75 degrees outside all week. How do I keep the spirit alive, even now? Is it even possible?

Posted By Lindsay On 12.20.2012 @ 6:28 pm

I am a patient here. I did not ask to be put here yet here I am. How do I get out? That I haven’t figured out yet but I would love to see daylight and be unshackled again. Help

Posted By Lindsay On 12.13.2012 @ 11:28 am

Somebody who is available is not in a relationship. He or she is single and not attached to another person emotionally or faithfully. Somebody is ready for a specific task- whether it be to talk, to go out, to read, or do anything. Somebody who is available is ready.

Posted By lindsay On 12.11.2012 @ 10:03 pm

Uncomplicated. A picture. Blue. Vague. Peaceful. Resting. Unchallenged.

Posted By Lindsay On 12.06.2012 @ 4:31 am

Over. High. Low. Lo and behold the Underworld where your soul is destined to suffer for eternity. Everyone ends up here anyways, so there’s no point in crying over the inevitable.

Posted By Lindsay On 11.27.2012 @ 10:57 pm

It happens so fast. That thing where time isn’t exact. Mysterious in it’s use. An excuse for procrastinators. When time is up.

Posted By Lindsay On 11.25.2012 @ 5:23 pm

In time. Close at hand. On the way. Closer and closer. Time is drawing near. A word that makes you hang on to it. It’s coming. It’s waiting for you. The moment in time that isn’t far away. It’s mysterious. There’s endless possibilities as to when it might be.

Posted By Lindsay On 11.25.2012 @ 5:16 pm

I walked in to the library. I hate borrowing books, I can never seem to get them in on time but i have to for a project. I once borrowed a book and there was a booger inside, A booger!

Posted By Lindsay On 11.24.2012 @ 3:34 pm

they could only think of themselves. the entire world is in peril. no hope for humanity, and they think only of themselves. this is the direction we are headed. this is where we fall to our own selfish desires. who can we trust if not ourselves and our neighbors?

Posted By lindsay On 11.09.2012 @ 7:17 am

teaching is a skill that most everyone has. from the minute you interact with others you are being taught, and thus carrying that information with you and relaying it on to others. everyone knows something about something, together we can teach each other everything.

Posted By lindsay On 11.06.2012 @ 6:35 pm

Take charge of your life! You need to step up and stop living in the shadows of everyone. You can do this. You can overcome any obstacle you face, but you cannot give up. You’re going to to fall, many times. It’s going to hurt and feel hopeless. But the whole point of growing and learning and getting somewhere is moving forward…and taking charge.

Posted By Lindsay On 10.20.2012 @ 9:31 pm

Shown is one of those funky paste tense words. Like, I show. Good. I showed. Still good. But the, I have shown? Why? It’s very strange.

Posted By Lindsay On 10.20.2012 @ 10:34 am

I am fresh like fruit in an organic market. I am fresh like the breeze blowing through the branches in the Redwoods. I am fresh like the sting of mint gum after a cup of bitter coffee. I am fresh like newly cut grass after a rainy day. I am fresh.

Posted By Lindsay On 10.10.2012 @ 3:25 pm

he was the dominant one in the relationship. he never let her do anything she wanted. she tried and tried to stand up for herself, and to go her own way, but he never let her. the verbal abuse, the hits she took daily from him; it never stopped. no matter what she tried. she would always be defeated.

Posted By Lindsay On 10.09.2012 @ 2:06 pm

What is a dominant person? Is it someone who takes control, or just someone who is more than another submissive person. And who decides who gets to be dominant. Can one decide that they’re going to be dominant themselves. Can they decide without the opinion or approval or submission of others. I guess dominance requires submission to exist. they’re like yin and yang. One can’t exist without the other.

Posted By Lindsay On 10.09.2012 @ 1:19 pm

This makes me think of chemistry and bonding. Even though I hate chemistry. You combine elements and atoms and make new creations through combinations.

Posted By LINDSAY On 10.02.2012 @ 3:50 pm