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I slouch over my computer for hours at a time. It’s horrible for my back; I know it is, because when I finally sit up my back pops and creaks like some ancient old door opening for the first time in a hundred years. And yet, still I am addicted to the Internet. It’s preferable to my real life, is the problem. How can I possibly be motivated to interact with my peers when the entire internet offers its far more fascinating self to me, confusion-free?

Posted By Mawra On 12.01.2011 @ 7:28 pm

Horses was the prompt from yesterday! Why is it still here? Ugh, this is so annoying. I wish it would have a new word every time I clicked ‘go’, that would be nice. Anyway, whatever. I give up.

Posted By Mawra On 11.25.2011 @ 10:04 am

I’d always wondered what it would feel like to thunder along at such an incredible speed, like a herd of wild horses on the run. Now I knew. I wasn’t a horse, I was something different; but I’m sure that that’s exactly what it would have felt like to be one.

Posted By Mawra On 11.24.2011 @ 6:48 pm

I suppose I didn’t have to kill him. I told myself I did at the time, but, looking back, I suppose it wasn’t really as vital as I thought. Killer, huh? I’d been convinced that for me to move on with my life, the one thing that had to happen was his death. But as it turns out, all I really needed was free meals and board and some good, wholesome company. Like in this prison. It’s pretty posh, as prisons go. My roommates are all pretty chill people.

Posted By Mawra On 10.03.2011 @ 12:54 pm