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The bubble burst when it got to be six inches in diameter. It was like a sunburst in the summer breeze. I burst into laughter, because it was so surprising and so sudden. I was bursting with happiness on that day, because I didn’t have a single care in the world. I ate another Starburst to celebrate my bubble victory.Posted By Michael On 01.08.2010 @ 6:51 pm
In the tower my heart stays still… It feel not, I wish I had the key to unlock the desires of my heart although life alllows me to do nothing towards what I think is my direction and guides me through a series of events it has in store for me to experience.
One of these days … Just once I would love to feel what it is like to have my life back in a direction of feeling totally alive and in charge of the direction it is flowing…
TO feel happiness, Love, Joy anf the face of another through the absence of fear…
This is my tower… this is my cross to bear… This is my personal hell…Posted By Michael On 01.05.2010 @ 11:50 am
i would sometimes like to fold my heart into a small tiny ball… then you wouldnt know it was a heart, you would think it was a ball, and you would play with it, and bounce it and keep it in your pocket. hopefully eventually it would turn into something hard like a marble, but still beautiful on the inside. you could keep it forever. And you could look at it for all time.Posted By michael On 11.30.2009 @ 10:39 pm
i don’t own too many pairs of slippers, but one pair does come to mind. they’re leopard print. they’re fucking awesome, and cozy as hell. i think i’m gonna get a leopard print snuggie to match it. and then i’ll wear it in the grotto and be the bees knees, homie.
soooooo yeah. that’s about it for slipper.Posted By michael On 11.27.2009 @ 8:37 pm
Acting is an art and a craft. It takes dedication and preparation. I am an actor. It is a difficult life. People glamorize it, including myself, but it is simply story telling. I’m in it for the chicks and esteem. Obviously not the money. I don’t think I actually could do anything else.Posted By Michael On 11.14.2009 @ 11:40 am
i sawa horse gallop in the woods, but the horse did not run, nor did he jump, he simply galloped, what I think is that the horse did not want to go anywhere, he just wanted to prance about in the field and follow whatever he felt like would be a good time. What am I doing at this point? I don’t even know what to type. But the horse, he had alot of fun in that field that day.Posted By michael On 11.10.2009 @ 12:45 pm
Mine simply doesn’t work; the pilot light is all the way in the back and in order for me to light it, I have to squeeze my 6′ torso into the broiler; a sticky proposition if I lived near a cannibal, or perhaps an ill-fated one if I were related to Sylvia Plath.Posted By Michael On 11.06.2009 @ 2:01 pm
Man, identity. I think that in today’s world, it is easy for one to lose their sense of identity. Things move too fast, and people don’t have time to think about what they are doing, or how they feel. If you don’t know what you are doing, or how you feel, all you have is your actions, but people are more than the sum of their actions.Posted By Michael On 11.04.2009 @ 6:26 am
i put the needle on the record and looked at her like she was a hotdog. i was hungry and wanted to eat. i asked her to dance and she said that she would think about it. i crossed the dancefloor to my seat and waited for her to think about it. she came over a minute later and said she wanted to have hotdogs for dinner. i was enthralled and showed my appreciation with a sexy little kiss on her eye. she liked it by the way she stumbled backwards and fell over. i helped her up and said that howdogs sounded great. we went to the hotdog vendor outside the place where i put the needle on the record and discovered that i really wanted to have sex than eat hotdogs. oh well. yum!Posted By Michael On 11.25.2009 @ 4:34 am
piss that makes you taste like you’ve just farmed a giant raisin bean. It doesn’t make you stronger but it hell makes you think you do, like in Super Mario brothers. I would gladly like to eat one of those giant raisins myself if they existed but at last they don’t and I just would like an overflow of themPosted By Michael On 11.21.2009 @ 12:38 pm