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adam called out to her after slowly ascending the stairs back to his apartment. but it was already too late. she had left. after days of mulling it over in his head, there it was. he had said it. he had meant it. he had felt the full weight of his deicison wash over his head and splash onto her through his words, sharp and concise.

Posted By nick On 12.30.2010 @ 9:06 pm

wishing wallows on the wonderful waterfront. Under the skies of yesterandtomorrow I see naught. Hope lingers under a tree with one leaf, and i can’t help but stop to wonder why. Hwy wish when wishing wishes you werent.

I wish therefore I am. I hope you wish and am here with me. Wish oh wish. Wish for better and worse. I wish for wishing and better tomorrows. What is better? I am good

Posted By Nick On 12.30.2010 @ 8:00 am

It stares at me blankly, I understand exactly what it means, but I have none of it. In its mocking, i notice that is purple and not capitalized. But why?

Posted By Nick On 12.27.2010 @ 6:05 pm

The door swung open clumsily as I walked carefully into the seemingly empty room. Luck had nothing to do with it. A lock-pick and some patience were the only factors in my ability to gain entrance. Standing alone in a damp and badly lit brick-walled basement, I nearly lost myself in thought and forgot what I had came for.

Posted By Nick On 12.27.2010 @ 3:46 pm

Mythology, one of those great things to where it falls under the same as religion. As far as the bible goes, it falls under the same catagory as David vs Goliath or Perseus vs. Medusa.

Posted By Nick On 12.27.2010 @ 10:07 am

I am just not the same anymore.

Posted By Nick On 12.23.2010 @ 5:13 pm

Sometimes small and sometimes not. Sometimes just the plain old norm or the different colors of the rainbow. That’s what paperclips are. They are needed but we never acknowlege them. Push them off to the side like everything else.

Posted By Nick On 12.22.2010 @ 8:10 pm

It is a word that describes when somebody does not accept anything or something that they are offered or even come across when they are doing stuff. It can be a feeling or describe an action. It can reflect something unreal.

Posted By nick On 12.21.2010 @ 11:38 am

The stick protruded out of the mud like a sword deeply embedded into an enemy’s corpse. Mud oozing sluggishly off it’s sides, Charlie fought back a strong urge to vomit. If there had ever been a more offensive looking thing, he sure as hell hadn’t seen it…the thing was a goddamn tripping hazard.

Posted By Nick On 12.16.2010 @ 9:43 pm

I love bed sheets. I love making love in a bed sheet. Okay this is really dumb and I get it but I just wanted to respond to the the topic, that being bed sheets. Bed sheets are effective ways to keep oneself warm and cozy when in chilly climates. This includes my room which is typically representative of a sub sahren wilderness.

Posted By nick On 12.14.2010 @ 7:43 pm

are weird lol. They go on letters. I guess the ones with ink are cool. In different colors. They are seals. Supposed to represent something significant. I guess they’re alot more cool now that I think about it. they also rhyme with gramps

Posted By Nick On 12.13.2010 @ 11:09 pm

Standing in a fallow field surrounded by sunflowers and a deep purple sky, I am not a believer. I am alone.

Posted By Nick On 12.09.2010 @ 4:35 pm

I am the amazing thief of man’s innate consciousness, robbing unsuspecting souls of their narcoleptic comfort.

Posted By Nick On 12.08.2010 @ 12:49 pm

We wallowed wistfully under the willow, wondrously waiting for the wind to weaken.

Posted By Nick On 12.07.2010 @ 9:01 pm

Ripping into the fresh meat savagely like a starved animal, she could barely get a word out between the massive amounts of food stuffed into her mouth. She could never eat anything when she traveled, transforming her from a well-mannered diner to a ravenous hyena.

Posted By Nick On 12.06.2010 @ 12:30 pm

It was impossible for him to do sometimes. To make such a honest internal confession to a group of people he had never even met before would be humiliating. No, he wouldn’t-couldn’t-tell them anything. Not yet anyway.

Posted By Nick On 12.05.2010 @ 4:23 pm

Snagging the end if his shirt while he was running, the nail was now deeply embedded into Hank’s arm. A horrible, deliriously painful sensation immediately throughout his arm right before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out.

Posted By Nick On 12.04.2010 @ 12:30 pm

Covertly flashing between bushes, the intriguingly yellow-haired bunny searched for somewhere to rest.

Posted By Nick On 12.03.2010 @ 6:39 am

Spike v. Pike: —————— 10″ – 15″

Posted By Nick On 12.01.2010 @ 12:03 am

My dog Spik-E is a robot dog. I call him Spik-E because he has a spike on his head. Sometimes, when he goes to lick his crotch, as dogs do from time to time, he pokes his manhoo–er, doghood. There are a few kinks to work out in his current design.

Posted By Nick On 11.30.2010 @ 11:57 pm

SPIKESPIKESPIKE

Sometimes, People I Kinda Engage Somewhat Politically with See People I Kinda Engaged Somewhat Politically with Seconds Prior. I Know Everyone.

Posted By Nick On 11.30.2010 @ 11:53 pm

As quickly as it had hit his hands, he slammed it into the ground. Spiking the ball was the only way to keep the drive going. Seven seconds left; the sweat trickled down his face like a tear.

Posted By Nick On 11.30.2010 @ 10:23 pm

The affection that a dog shows its owner is unlike any other in the world. An obedient creature, the dog will always stand by its owner and is loyal until the end.

Posted By Nick On 11.26.2010 @ 9:34 pm

Love and affection. Love and affectation. Love is affectation. I’ve lost my train of thought. I wonder if I have to continue talking about affection I have some really good material on mice with cancer. I know, it sounds pretty out there, but believe me. YOU. WILL. LOVE IT! No word of a lie.

Posted By Nick On 11.26.2010 @ 4:04 pm

I never understood the word “understood”. Sometimes I think most people don’t really “understand” anything. All anyone really “understands” is what’s for lunch.

Turkey sandwich, if you were interested.

Posted By Nick On 11.25.2010 @ 11:07 pm

What is understood? What does it mean to be understood? Nobody is really, truly understood because of the vast differences of the human persona. Nobody is ever completely understood.

Posted By Nick On 11.25.2010 @ 8:55 pm

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Posted By Nick On 11.21.2010 @ 9:44 pm

“Duck!” Louisa shouted, pointing feverishly at the feathers that lined the dirt path. She never saw the duck, but years of obsession made it easy for her to identify duck feathers when she saw them. She and Ron kicked down the path and around the bend. She hoped she could see the duck, or a family of ducks.

Posted By nick On 11.17.2010 @ 4:38 pm

The ivy that hung from the rafters above was a symbol of the decay that had slowly grown in Michael’s slipping mind. “I’m going to rubber duck to buy some hand soap,” was a famous quip that he piped up now and again, having no idea that “rubber duck” and “town” weren’t interchangeable words.

Posted By nick On 11.15.2010 @ 2:14 pm

Reading is only interesting with a story that keeps one on the edge of his/her seat. I am capable of reading as long as 3 hours if the story is interesting. A reader is one who is interested in stories or information about various topics.

Posted By nick On 11.07.2010 @ 6:54 pm