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I wish i had a ticket that never expired to anything i wanted to see any where in the world actually make it two please

Posted By matt On 07.02.2009 @ 1:18 am

discover is the opening to our imagination and reality. It is the act that opens doors and windows to human progress. The possibility of discovery provides hope of progress

Posted By matt On 07.01.2009 @ 11:02 am

Snowy sandals sit Forgotten in the winter How summer sleeps

Posted By Matt On 06.27.2009 @ 5:36 am

The one, perfection. She’s been in your dreams since the idea of love came to mind. Like it’s homonym, she can also be fiery. She’s hot, she burns quick. You’ll do anything to turn the match into a roaring fire. Anything to keep her burning for you.

Posted By Matt On 06.21.2009 @ 12:02 pm

I think that is the feeling that I experience right now.

Posted By matt On 06.19.2009 @ 8:13 am

Something that produces sound. It can be found in a car or can be sold as it’s own unit. Stereos come in all different sizes, shapes and colors. They can be loud or can be turned down to give someonee

Posted By Matt On 09.03.2009 @ 1:19 pm

it smelled. the stench was unbearable. it followed her wherever she went and after she was gone it would linger, just floating there as a pungent memory of her presence.

She always carried a cigarette.

Posted By Matt On 09.01.2009 @ 3:52 pm

I had constant stress last night.

Posted By Matt On 09.01.2009 @ 10:25 am

too many directions – can’t process my relationship to it; everything and nothing – all truth and falsehoods flow equally from the concept.

Posted By Matt On 08.30.2009 @ 9:46 pm

Cage can be used in any number of ways. I like cagey. It’s a good adjective describing a good quality. The word cage though has a bad connotation.

Posted By Matt On 08.28.2009 @ 9:18 am

I found myself at the bottom, enmeshed with the newspaper clippings and feces of the others who came before me. Nausea. Dread. How did I let this happen?

Posted By Matt On 08.27.2009 @ 3:53 pm

I assume that you and I will have nothing in common, but by making that assumption, I could be completely wrong.

Posted By matt On 08.26.2009 @ 8:40 pm

Untaken, ununderstood, unbelieved, unworked.

All the iron and the missteps and the steel of the worlds and they are all untaken. Who and why and how were they forgotten?

All of us are danger now. All of us are the untaken path. All of us are unworked plastic bodies, like a melted butter.

Posted By Matt On 08.22.2009 @ 7:26 pm

just found a word, rhymes with jim the name, knew i guy named jim went to school with him and his brother andy andy’s in the army i think jim is married lived on 5th street will i get an email from someone else that wrote about this word?

Posted By matt On 08.22.2009 @ 4:42 pm

the gleaming luster of chrome conjures up the innate attraction to reflective metals that has capitvated us since the bronze age. Reminiscent of the cold steel that has made the swords whose edges have shaped the course of human history

Posted By Matt On 08.21.2009 @ 7:58 am

well chrome for me is a substance, a kind of steel which makes me think about cars and bikes, pretty expensive. actually this word sucks for writing about it.

Posted By matt On 08.21.2009 @ 4:11 am

The operating system we all use within our heads… I see the shiny metal shell of my cockroach vehicle, it glistens in my personal sun rays, why must it take such fuel from me and return no thanks… I learned to hate the bonnet of my car, with its warm skin and its cowardly eyes.

Posted By Matt On 08.21.2009 @ 2:14 am

I was lying in the bed. Well it wasn’t really a bed was it? It had soft trimming, four sides, a spot for my head…Okay it was kind of like a bed then. But I wasn’t sleeping. No not at all. I was up there just lying down, looking at all my friends. Was I dead? I don’t think so.

Posted By matt On 08.20.2009 @ 6:48 am

if i have a match, i can light up the world. my match is waiting for me. or perhaps i’m waiting for her. it seems to me that all i can do is keep tugging at the stars, pushing them into alignment, until that day when they perfectly match, and then simply hope she’ll look up.

Posted By matt On 08.14.2009 @ 10:28 pm

Time that has gone for me but my children are still enjoying it.

Posted By Matt On 08.14.2009 @ 5:58 am

I turn the radio on in my sleep It wakes up for a split second ‘Cause I’m reminded of our childhood dreams This song we knew This song that would guide us I turn over in my sheets Asleep, again

Posted By Matt On 08.11.2009 @ 2:38 pm

As I walked down the hall, I stared at the framed photographs on it. They were nameless. To me, and to everyone else, it was not only that I didn’t know them, but they weren’t identified with a metal plank. But then I realize this isn’t my gallery.

Posted By Matt On 08.10.2009 @ 7:03 am

billy idol happy gilmore billy madison stroke it high school jean jacket billy jean michael jackson michael jordon black pinstripe bulls jersey the blues tj oshie vancouvor slu mizzou

Posted By matt On 08.06.2009 @ 4:15 pm

My house’s floor is tiled with a brownish tile in the all way. I perfer the feel of the cold tile to the hot and stuff carpet we have due to the hot texas weather outside.

Posted By Matt On 07.30.2009 @ 9:42 pm

under a truck a hand muffles the bruises and a howl breaks lose from the infants belly. this thing under here has been scratched.

Posted By matt On 07.28.2009 @ 5:17 am

Top five layers of soil The first one contains a tree The second contains a bug The third contains rock The fourth contains a jar The jar contains a broken dream The broken dream contains a love A love that lived A life that rot The top five layers of soil

Posted By Matt On 07.26.2009 @ 7:06 pm

It weighs on me, the gravity of every situation, just as I myself am weighted by the original. I feel the pull, the strain from who I was, and it sucks me into my past as I grow from it. Escape is succumbing to gravity and falling six feet.

Posted By Matt On 07.25.2009 @ 5:21 pm

twine splits when you try to cut it. we used it to secure a counch on top of my freinds car one time. white trash northen california. it is tough but ugly, that twine. what happens when 60 seconds is up?

Posted By Matt On 07.22.2009 @ 9:36 pm

Rapped, tightly warm against your finger, slowly unraveling as you move away. Sometimes it’s just so you can feel the sensation, other times it’s for the gruesome satisfaction of watching your finger turn blue then black then slowly regaining its form and fleshy life again.

Posted By Matt On 07.22.2009 @ 3:05 pm

“I made you,” said God, “to do what I, with My omnipotence, cannot.”

The angel cracked her neck, rolled her tremendous ice-blue eyes, then lit a cigarette. She blew a perfect smoke ring.

“That makes no sense at all,” she mumbled, exasperated.

Posted By Matt On 07.20.2009 @ 10:09 pm