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A mess of strands, like a normal life. Interjecting pieces fold around one another to weave a dense tapestry of raw confusion. And much like cables, they are hard to undo.

Posted By Michael On 02.17.2011 @ 5:05 pm

I get tangled all the time, in my mind, the words that come out, my hands that won’t behave, my legs that won’t obey. To tangle is a sign of tension, of despair of desperation.

Posted By Michael On 02.17.2011 @ 1:31 pm

wool is soft and warm I like it when it rains the smell it gives is earthy and real. Back to earth that is where I should be back to nature

Posted By Michael On 02.16.2011 @ 6:41 pm

when the police clean the cars they set out flares to stop cars from coming in and hitting cars. flares are launched to mark survivors. flares are used to help people find there way. flares are used to mark where army units need deployed.

Posted By Michael On 02.16.2011 @ 10:48 am

The night sky was alive with the flame, and Andy was afraid. He didn’t know it would go so far up, and his parents had surely seen from their house two blocks away. He had been warned, and now he had to run. He didn’t want to go through that punishment again.

Posted By Michael On 02.16.2011 @ 7:15 am

smooth, creamy sensation, generates good feelings a reward for a hard days work. Sliding down the throat after rolling around the mouth. Is there more? No! Do I have another piece? I’m diving in and having one more!

Posted By Michael On 02.15.2011 @ 7:49 pm

All Kevin could think about in the water, drowning in the main set assigned by his Nazi-esque coach, was the chocolate he could get after practice. Oh, the chocolate. Swimming doesn’t matter so much today, Kevin thought.

Posted By Michael On 02.14.2011 @ 7:42 pm

From input to output, from speaker to speakers, from a basement to the stage. The power of the microphone is amplified by the crowd.

Posted By Michael On 02.14.2011 @ 11:11 am

when i speak into a microphone my bellows about the room in a wave of high sound everyone hears me. and when everyone hears me i begin to talk so that all who listen will know what i am saying.

Posted By Michael On 02.14.2011 @ 10:20 am

when i speak into a microphone my bellows about the room in a wave of high sound everyone hears me.

Posted By Michael On 02.14.2011 @ 10:19 am

The soapbox of our generation. Say what you want to say, sing what you want to sing, rap what you want to rap, and scream what you want to scream. That should always be your motive.

Posted By Michael On 02.14.2011 @ 9:26 am

Revolt is something you do when you are repressed, ignorant, or both. Revolt usually leads to consequences. If you are oppressed, you may have many options. There are many types of revolt, from parading in the streets to boycotting a product. Revolt is the child of discontent.

Posted By Michael On 02.10.2011 @ 3:07 pm

cowards hide in the face of danger. cowards watch from the background. cowards run away.

Posted By Michael On 02.10.2011 @ 10:36 am

Alex felt like a coward walking up to Christie after all this time. He should have apologized earlier, he kept telling himself. Sweat ran in tiny beads down his back.

Posted By Michael On 02.09.2011 @ 3:42 pm

Aren’t we all a bit of a coward? Its a perfectly normal human response. Not saying its the best option, but its an option.

Posted By Michael On 02.09.2011 @ 12:36 pm

Jess stumbled into the streetside shop and was hit by a huge scent. “Huge” is not a word she would generally use for a smell, but it worked here. She nearly fell over again as she walked in further, more and more curious with every footstep.

Posted By Michael On 02.08.2011 @ 6:57 pm

when i wake up the alarm is ringing and after every school hour of every day a alarm goes off telling you its time for next class.

Posted By Michael On 02.08.2011 @ 10:47 am

The alarm rang in Jimmy’s ears, loud as a firehorn. The helicopter was spinning towards earth with velocities he did not know possible, and Andy already lay dead in the next seat. He couldn’t help but think: is this really the end of it all? Somalia had never before seemed so grim.

Posted By Michael On 02.07.2011 @ 6:14 pm

My alarm clock goes off. It wakes me up. It has a radio on it, Fm and AM. It is loud and noisy and I hope nobody else wakes up.

Posted By Michael On 02.07.2011 @ 11:48 am

An easy escape, the easy way out. People with problems pop them persistently. Anything for a high I guess.

Posted By Michael On 02.07.2011 @ 10:25 am

Carly opened the cabinet and exhumed the bottle of pills from the back. Bottle, not container. That’s how ancient these ones were. She couldn’t believe she had to resort to this again. “Not this time,” she had told herself. Not this time.

Posted By Michael On 02.06.2011 @ 7:18 pm

Suicide is only really available to one type of animal, humans. Without the ability to be self aware, there is no real ability to end the self. While it is unclear whether other animals truly have this capacity, what is obvious is that the desire to live and maintain life persists in them. Maybe it is just a side effect of our condition.

Posted By Michael On 02.04.2011 @ 2:56 pm

the act of attempting to kill yourself, deep emotional pain that causes thoughts of death.

Posted By Michael On 02.04.2011 @ 11:45 am

Sometimes, something has to go wrong to cleanse the pallet. The proverbial wrench has to be thrown in the gears and introduce something unexpected. In order to learn how to plan well, you need to see many of your plans go wrong.

Posted By Michael On 02.04.2011 @ 9:32 am

Today’s word is wrench. A wrench can be used by a mensch to mend a fence. A pensive mensch can wrench a fence which is bent. A bent fence can be…

Posted By Michael On 02.04.2011 @ 9:21 am

Wrench the box open with a crowbar in order to reach the yummy gold and jewels on the inside. Wretch like a witch with a wrench in a wren. Wrench.

Posted By Michael On 02.04.2011 @ 9:17 am

Wrench. What are the thoughts in my head. Wench. Thats a whore. Wrench, thats a tool. I am not a mechanic, but I am a handy person. Handy? Am I really that handy? I haven’t fixed many things in my day, but I certainly like to try. Fixing cars? Thats a different story. I don’t know a spark plug from a exhaust pipe.

Posted By Michael On 02.03.2011 @ 2:41 pm

a darkroom is where pictures are brought to sight it is.

Posted By Michael On 02.02.2011 @ 12:10 pm

there is a dark room in which a man lays down and tries to sleep. when he can’t sleep he does all he can to think that he is. he stares out the window at a sleepwalking world and beats his head against the wall. dark room.

Posted By michael On 02.02.2011 @ 8:03 am

Photography, obviously. Darkrooms are fun because you can totally hook up with people yet not know who you’re hooking up with so it’s a surprise. Surprises are fun, too. I like darkrooms, except if I’m hooking up with an ugly disgusting cat lady and I don’t even know it. That’s just wrong.

Posted By Michael On 02.01.2011 @ 6:59 pm