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Janice opened the door that she had kept locked for almost a year. Without thinking, she reached above her head and pulled the chain that turned on the eerie red light that allowed her to see.

Posted By Michael On 02.01.2011 @ 1:31 pm

grape. on a sandwich. green. like that band when i was in high school. shoes. they looked so uncomfortable.

Posted By michael On 01.31.2011 @ 6:03 pm

Instability is as human as breathing. Its just a fact of life that sometimes, we just need somebody to leeeeeee-eeean on. And now I wonder how many people made that same reference. Probably a bunch.

Posted By Michael On 01.30.2011 @ 9:38 am

Floating in the air. Gravity works its magic, all that it knows to do. Like something being pulled out from under you. Without grace you fall.

Posted By Michael On 01.29.2011 @ 8:55 am

Fly off into the unknown. Go further than you’ve ever gone, see things you’ve never seen. The ultimate adventure. Scary, thrilling, and well worth the risk. If only for the ability to say you’ve done it.

Posted By Michael On 01.25.2011 @ 9:13 am

Has landed with no rockets on mars because it was exhausted from the trip

Posted By Michael On 01.24.2011 @ 8:35 pm

Heat and fire. Warmth, but almost too warm. Able to get unstable at any moment Stoked it with whatever you’ve been thinking about and just let it burn to cinders.

Posted By Michael On 01.23.2011 @ 9:43 am

Ambling slowly up with the steps it makes Moving freely wherever it wants to go.

Posted By Michael On 01.19.2011 @ 12:55 pm

Slowly spiraling down, time enough to realize all the wrong you’ve done. But also all the right you’ve done. Enough time to sum up your life in a perfectly concise way. What a way to go.

Posted By Michael On 01.16.2011 @ 2:41 pm

The latest version of me is already obsolete. A new update will arrive in a few days and already be rendered useless by the problems ahead. Adapting completely is impossible.

Posted By Michael On 01.15.2011 @ 12:39 pm

The glow of the sunlight. Unabated and cheerful. Clearly, my favorite season. I may be a bit biased But blessed to be born during this great month.

Posted By Michael On 01.13.2011 @ 5:04 pm

In the wakes of the ocean. Feel the water rising over your head and falling down your body. Moments of complete inundation, and yet complete peace. The breaking of the water leads to the harshness above.

Posted By Michael On 01.12.2011 @ 2:40 pm

love take me down to the streets, wake me up and take me down. taco, wke taco, wake mighigan. wake up. in the wake of battle. wake.

Posted By michael On 01.12.2011 @ 12:17 pm

Blotches on your face, they are red and spread across your neck and your skin, but it is not ugly. It is beautiful because you are beautiful. Blotches, they aren’t so bad. They make me think of the sky as the sun sets. Why do they have be skin blotches? They can be blotches of paint. Of life on paper.

Posted By Michael On 01.12.2011 @ 10:20 am

ragged is such an old fashion word, he looked ragged, she wore a ragged dress, I know what it means but it I would only use it if I was born in the 1920′s and living in England.

Posted By Michael On 01.10.2011 @ 8:21 pm

I’m a huge supporter of Freedom of Speech. I believe it’s the greatest thing about our beloved country. Nowadays, due to sensitivity, people don’t feel free to express themselves as they should.

Posted By michael On 01.09.2011 @ 4:53 pm

Success is relative. My personal account of success is carving out a new niche, a new place to belong to. I cannot rely on the past to define my future. Relying too much on the old leads to stagnation and decline. Success is constant growth which may lead to progression and accomplishment: Happiness.

Posted By Michael On 01.03.2011 @ 9:51 pm

I love success it makes me feel good, the feeling doesn’t last long as then I think have to succeed again. Failure is good too, I learn from it and hope I can achieve success next time. Failure gives you something to aim for, whereas success causes me to worry about repeating it next time.

Posted By Michael On 01.03.2011 @ 9:28 pm

The route I never traveled will always be the one I regret the most. A statement that will forever be one of my greatest fears, and I become paralyzed by the thought of all the routes I didn’t travel in my life.

Posted By Michael On 01.01.2011 @ 3:41 pm

The smell of asphalt and tension. Merging into a crowded pathway of pedestrians If only this would lead to somewhere safe.

Posted By Michael On 01.01.2011 @ 2:37 pm

A place of silence and peace. Let go of the cleats that hold you in this world and fly off to another at your own leisure. That is the power that books hold.

Posted By Michael On 12.31.2010 @ 1:15 pm

My underpants are blue and red, and I don’t have any arms. My mask makes me feel good, and I fly with my cape, but no still arms

Posted By michael On 12.30.2010 @ 3:03 pm

I was tarnished by the stench of their behaviour. The actions have a definite odour which had entered by body. How will I rid myself of this offensive smell.

Posted By Michael On 12.28.2010 @ 8:37 pm

Lucky is a terrible name for any pet. Its also an understatement. The fact that you were chosen to be on this earth is the only acceptable use of the word miracle.

Posted By Michael On 12.28.2010 @ 9:10 am

On the altar of our Lord, we see our self-gratification. The mental semen that drips from it drowns the voices of those who lay strangled and bound in the pit where it leads to.

Posted By Michael On 12.24.2010 @ 5:33 pm

We sit at the altar and we worship. Some choose not to even approach, while others choose to devote themselves entirely. While we place such high significance on this thing, it is, afterall, a human creation. We have have been instructed on why and how to build it, but our own blood has gone into its creation as well.

Posted By Michael On 12.24.2010 @ 12:30 pm

alter means to change something. when you alter something it should become better. My fast typing skills need altered because I am making quite a few mistakes because my moms desk sucks and the keyboard is not in the right spot. This is fun.

Posted By Michael On 12.23.2010 @ 11:52 am

An old style, a place of solitude. Clicking the time away, the noise of the keys turns into a symphony of creativity. It almost creates an inspiration paradox.

Posted By Michael On 12.19.2010 @ 1:57 am

An old and outdated thing is the typewriter. You can imagine young hopefuls sitting down with grand ideas and images to play out on this ancient device. If only it was just ink and letters as it used to be. With digital things, come digital problems.

Posted By Michael On 12.18.2010 @ 9:38 pm

the typewrier is an old fshionjed device that was used to take the place of handwriting. Originally tyhe word typewriter referred to the ladies who used the typewriter in their work . Offices had what was known as a typing pool with rows of ladies sitting at their writing machines.

Posted By michael On 12.18.2010 @ 8:56 pm