Entries By Luke
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pattern
pattern is the most beautiful type of asthmatically styling we humans have we have pattern in our bodies and in our emotions, the way we think has had a pattern since the day we were born. pattern can be seen and heard in our current generation, from street art to hip hop music.
Posted By luke On 03.15.2012 @ 11:58 pm
duration
the duration is a amount of time somthing takes up and you have to wait in that room , the duration of this text is 60 seconds ETC
Posted By luke On 03.14.2012 @ 2:12 pm
demonstration
I just got this word. How disappointing. The last time I wrote about the Kardashian and sex toys, however this is widely inappropriate. Bad me, Oh well. I guess I’m demonstrating bad behavior.
Posted By Luke On 03.07.2012 @ 4:32 pm
estate
It was huge, or endless, rather. But more in the sense that you could walk in one direction forever (run, too!) and never get anywhere. It was empty like that, it was nothing but a joke estate. You could see forever but there was nothing to see, you could walk forever but there was no-where to go because everywhere was the same as everywhere else, so why bother walking at all?
Posted By Luke On 01.01.2012 @ 12:05 am
return
Returning DVDs is something that I hate doing. Honestly, I’ll let them sit on my desk until the last possible moment that I can get away with not paying extra for them. I don’t know if it’s arrogance, defiance, or just laziness that has driven me to this insanity. Will I ever be able to return the DVDs on time? Who knows. All I know is that I will forever hate it, and that’s my story.
Posted By Luke On 12.07.2011 @ 2:53 am
skyline
The skyline gave way to a roar. It wasn’t unusual for planes to head over at this time of year. But honestly, this thing sounded more like a freaking military aricraft. With a deep breath, I continued digging. Maybe I would reach it before the end of the day. Maybe not. Why was life so difficult? I need to find what it is I like about this, and that.
Posted By Luke On 11.30.2011 @ 2:33 am
prints
this word is a noun and verb. meaning is copy or produce something from making machine. or picture, or copy, or photo, or images. for example, i leave prints on wall; or i go to print my homework.
Posted By luke On 11.09.2011 @ 12:20 pm
husband
He doesn’t treat her with any respect she feels.Constantly demeaning her choices in life.She cant find a reason to be with him anymore but fears the repercussions of a split cold damage their children terribly.
Posted By Luke On 10.31.2011 @ 9:03 am
sacrifice
sinking
sinking? or rising Jimmy didnt know. What Jimmy did know was that he was running out of time! 60 seconds was not long enough for him to come up with something coherent or spelled correctly.
Posted By luke On 08.23.2011 @ 2:43 am
the ship was sinking! Albertio had only a few seconds to do something about it! Quickly he ran to the boiler room only to find himself sinking! Plummeting down through the ship in an improbable circumstance. After sinking through the ship he found himself floating in the ocean.
Posted By luke On 08.23.2011 @ 2:33 am
transport
I transported a pile of poo the other day to Vietnam.. Mm Yummy yummy poo i love it! When the poo got there i ate the poo and got choleria… which sucked.. i died unfortunatly.. and so did everyone in Nam. :(j
Posted By Luke On 08.21.2011 @ 6:46 am
deer
It looked at me, just staring. I had almost hit, came so close. What would have happened then? The poor animal, majestic in all it’s beauty. It stared at me, with those eyes of it. They bored through me, judging me, curiosity shining through. I wondered what he was thinking about then. Did he know how close he had come to an encounter with death?
Posted By Luke On 08.19.2011 @ 10:25 am
you shoot it and many people keep their heads for Trophies. Oh and they have four legs, hooves and horns?
Posted By luke On 08.18.2011 @ 11:42 am
repeat
boiling
The pot boils over as pasta leaks out all over the floor and seeps into every corner of the room. We are all submerged and swimming in pasta through acres and acres as it fills the world and spreads through countries and continents. We no longer take cars or walk to our destination but rather we center our lives around swimming through the oceans of spaghetti.
Posted By Luke On 08.02.2011 @ 2:11 pm
The pot boils over as pasta leaks out all over the floor and seeps into every corner of the room. We are all submerged and swimming in pasta through acres and acres as it fills the world and spreads through countries and continents. We no longer take cars or walk to our destination but center our lives around swimming through the oceans of pasta.
Posted By Luke On 08.02.2011 @ 1:59 pm
thunder
Thoughts, memories from the past, fragments, pieces of a forgotten whole flittered through Joseph’s mind. Then came thundering the memory that meant most to him, Grace.
Posted By Luke On 07.26.2011 @ 11:54 pm
lightning
Lightning struck out jagged shadows across the plains, illuminating the landscape in an eerie blue glow. Joseph watched from Marble Cottage, admiring the force of nature on the lands.
Posted By Luke On 07.25.2011 @ 11:48 pm
ill
An old and ill man lay on either side of Joseph, in the elderly ward. They had no visitors. He had one, who stayed by his bedside for the better part of two weeks since he arrived at the hospital.
Posted By Luke On 07.25.2011 @ 12:24 am
skeleton
Joseph returned to the realm of dreams, reflecting back to the earliest recollections which formed the skeleton of his life, drawing out everything that happened thereafter and culminating in his present state.
Posted By Luke On 07.23.2011 @ 4:17 pm
ticket
Joseph jumped at the slight recollection, his ticket to reminiscence of the past which eluded him so, preventing the slightest glimpse of fond memories and happier times with the light of youth.
Posted By Luke On 07.23.2011 @ 1:23 am
violet
The violet hue of traces leading from the past blurred Joseph’s vision of the present, as he awoke from slumber with a start. To the right of his bedside were flowers of the deepest purple, and a young lady dressed in dark blue.
Posted By Luke On 07.22.2011 @ 12:49 am
violent
Violent gusts of memory lashed out at Joseph in his sleep, whipping him through years long gone by lined with sadness and joy, memories of precious moments.
Posted By Luke On 07.21.2011 @ 3:39 am
megaphone
The megaphone blasted words barely concealing such fury that vengeance as the denizens of the quadrangle cowered in fear.
Posted By Luke On 07.19.2011 @ 10:55 pm
trophy
The trophy stood proudly glimmering on the top of the shelf, gazing down upon its diminutive audience who with awe-stricken faces drank in its glittering glamour.
Posted By Luke On 07.19.2011 @ 2:09 am
sticks
Sticks were strewn across the courtyard as the boys marched towards the front gate. They had arrived. In the antechamber Poi assembled the weapons and pressed each bladed staff onto the hand of every boy that walked past. It was the time of their trial.
Posted By Luke On 07.17.2011 @ 10:41 pm
cigarette
the cigarette lit up in Jane’s mouth as i retrieved my outstretched hand, a billow of smoke tracing around my arm. i sat back, frowning at the distasteful smell.
Posted By Luke On 07.15.2011 @ 8:41 pm
honest
it is given the first time, forward without recoil, without shaking your voice, a smooth gradient, opening into.
Posted By Luke On 06.30.2011 @ 10:12 pm
