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The plague tore through the town, devouring our spirits, our minds, and our families. Creating beasts that ate one another, the plague swept through us humans like we were nothing, creating thousands upon thousands of monsters. Until we were the only ones left.

Posted By MM On 03.30.2013 @ 11:55 am

He wasn’t really, but she always saw him that way. His job, his parents they proved otherwise. ANd yet, there was a facet of him that would always be as she saw him. She created his identity in ways he didn’t understand, didn’t want to understand but almost enjoyed.

Posted By MM On 03.03.2013 @ 11:52 am

The man flexed his muscles menacingly, wishing he was as confident as he looked. He tried to effect an intimidating air, never letting on that he had no idea what he was doing. He just wanted to go home.

Posted By MM On 09.07.2012 @ 5:53 pm

The porter of hell-gate was a man who time and time again lost and regained his humanity on the job. He would see men and women at their weakest, most fragile, as they yet display the perseverance of those who know they are beyond salvation.

Posted By MM On 08.18.2012 @ 5:49 pm

Substance abuse is sad. It ruins peoples lives, and the people who care about them. Its horrible people have to go through that. Dependent on something that ruins them.

Posted By mm On 08.08.2012 @ 6:37 pm

I remember switching from rowing to coxing in the fall of my freshman year of high school. It was like a light had been turned on, and I suddenly was having a great time with the sport. I’m going to miss it – really, I already do. It’s only been three weeks since my last race and it feels like eternity. In all likelihood, I’ll never get to cox another boat; it makes me sad.

Posted By MM On 06.12.2012 @ 10:13 am

The first thing that came to mind was the back of a car full of dead bodies. then my mind wondered to some strange 50′s style mafia scene in a movie I dont think I’ve ever seen. Then the black eyed peas flashed before my eyes…hmmm..

Posted By mm On 03.23.2012 @ 8:45 am

pageant is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever had to witness. Why do we do them? why do we encourage them? what is the ideology behind making a show of beautiful people and creating even more rigid structures to what the word “beauty” actually means? I hope I live to see the day they go extinct. soon come.

Posted By mm On 03.19.2012 @ 3:40 pm

the amount of time something last. duration of life, duration of relationships, duration of friendships. it’s all about time. time is money and money is time. it’s a vicious cycle, yes. all this for duration.

Posted By mm On 03.15.2012 @ 9:13 am

A time to commemorate something special. In the US tradition, it is typically a way of encouraging us to push more money into the broken, oppressive, Capitalist system. It is also a way to brainwash us and convince us that we have a superiority over other nations. Celebrate–propaganda.

Posted By MM On 09.19.2011 @ 4:56 pm

guns and cars gangsters thinking there special, streets crime life grime dark allies birds tin cans.

Posted By mm On 09.17.2011 @ 7:36 pm

I have never tried poison. Thank god or I would be dead. Or unconscious. Neither would be good. Yeah.

Posted By MM On 08.21.2011 @ 7:33 pm

remember movies people places remember childhood grandparents pain forgiveness death birth family living friends enemies tragedy over exaggeration stories lies truths unfortunate things caterpillars and acorns alphabet school set dusty roads tons of regret mom dad things sad happy thoughts sports games preteen wish for fame aristocrats funny hats tacos food

Posted By MM On 05.31.2011 @ 9:06 am

Moles on the face are such a burden. I mean, the worst thing in the world is a beautiful girl with a giant mole. Like cindy crawford. What a shame. Shes so stunning, but then BAM, huge mole..

Posted By mm On 05.18.2011 @ 8:56 pm

chocolate is the one thing that can subdue a ferocious woman. it is delicious, it is bitter, it is sweet. dark chocolate is far superior to milk chocolate or even white chocolate. white chocolate is terrible. i don’t know why anyone would think that Hershey’s hugs are a nice treat, they taste like garbage.

Posted By MM On 02.15.2011 @ 7:00 am

what? what do you mean revolt, couldn’t you give me an easier (more inspiring) word to write about… revolt… revolt… revolt… how about that? revolt… revolt… revolt…. revolt…. there! revolt… revolt…. revolt.

Posted By mm On 02.11.2011 @ 9:39 am

a coward is a dastardly lion who doesn’t know where he’s at and appears in the wizard of oz and takes dorothy to see the wizard. lions are big and my favourite lion was mufasa but i get really really sad when he dies. a coward is also someone like my ex who disappeared without explanation and never appeared again

Posted By MM On 02.09.2011 @ 9:12 pm

I would like to be gifted with a better singing voice. Maybe I’ll write to Santa. Do you think he can come through? Practice and patience are gifts I can give myself.

Posted By MM On 07.22.2010 @ 10:09 am

I like to give gifts. I like choosing something for other people even more than I like receiving gifts. Presents shouldn’t be chosen carelessly, as they say something about the giver as well as the recipient. I don’t know whether I felt this way as a child. Probably not.

Posted By MM On 07.22.2010 @ 10:08 am

what the hell is fossil? im really dont knot what that word mean. what can i write about it? simply nothing!

Posted By MM On 06.28.2010 @ 7:57 am

I hate that stupid sone “Fireflies” by Owl City. His voice is whiny, and it just makes no sense to me.

I remember catching them in Missouri one summer. I was 17 but felt like I was 5 at the time.

I wish that Tomball had firflies. It would give me something to do at night.

Posted By MM On 05.01.2010 @ 12:40 pm

Lock, ones heart has always been. lock the room you always wanted to go in. Lock the way the world seems to be inside a small apartment you have locked. Lock everything is locked at one point or another. The world is locked unless you know the password.

Posted By mm On 01.28.2009 @ 2:18 pm

The humidity is what gets to you. It’s not the fact that you’re on an alien planet, billions of miles away from earth. It’s not the fact that you’re never going to make it home. It’s the fact that you have to sweat it out while you wait for it to end.

Posted By MM On 08.03.2009 @ 10:09 am

proud to be an american have you ever eaten something so good you were actually proud of eating it?

Posted By mm On 09.19.2008 @ 8:55 pm

run fast run on a track field running fast can get you away from things if i ran with a heavy box that would be difficult…because the box is heavy…i will not run anywhere with a heavy box as i am not interested in doing such a thing

Posted By mm On 07.11.2008 @ 11:01 am

gold cacoon bees wrapped in a cacoon what the hell is this word why cant i get a real word

where is my lawyer

Posted By mm On 07.09.2008 @ 9:58 am

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Posted By mm On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

Sugar fill candy canes. Dreams of sugar plums. Christmas….

Drugs intense over powering feeling taking over me.

Posted By MM On 01.14.2010 @ 8:53 am

door, on a door with which you use to open or lock. Makes a satisfying click sound.

Posted By mm On 01.11.2010 @ 10:54 am

like a deck of cards, you expect me to fold, face down at your own will, be seen but not heard. it must be nice to hold the cards out in your hand rather than to be a pawn, under the control of someone else. I’ve had enough, of me and you, of everything, i think i’ll fold.

Posted By mm On 11.30.2009 @ 5:53 pm