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electrocute is the process of killing someone using electricity or electric shock. it is used mainly for criminal or for torture purposes.

Posted By Patrick On 04.27.2013 @ 7:16 am

The anchor fell from the top of the ship crushing the sailor right underneath it. “Not like this” he whispered as it compacted him to nothing more than a footstep. The women standing by screamed and fell into the mens chests where they held their hats as a mark of respect.

Posted By Patrick On 04.11.2013 @ 10:30 pm

I stared ahead with a blank look. A tornado of thoughts and emotions were destroying any kind of focus I had prior to the lady’s admission. She sits patiently and waits for a proper response from me, but no words could make their way out of from the mayhem that was happening from within.

Posted By Patrick On 03.27.2013 @ 8:07 pm

What we are destined for is not what we end up with. Destiny is a word full of good intentions and hopes and dreams. What we end up with is what we earn. What we fight, bleed, and cry for. And sometimes we don’t even end up with that. All we can do is keep on fighting.

Posted By Patrick On 03.26.2013 @ 7:13 pm

I went to the store today and my step dad dragged me to a boot repair store. The store was going out of business, and the owner had many antiques there, and everything was covered in dust. My step dad tried to help him out but the guy didn’t seem to want us to buy anything.

Posted By Patrick On 03.23.2013 @ 9:39 pm

Covert is a semi known word. I actually am not sure what it means. So for this reason i feel stupid. This leads to me no longer liking the word covert. Covert is a word that makes me feel stupid. However maybe i am stupid…

Posted By Patrick On 03.16.2013 @ 2:45 pm

It startled him, but not in a jump out from the bushes ha ha startle. He was terrified.

Posted By Patrick On 02.25.2013 @ 6:23 pm

He grasped for the right words. She just watched his far away gaze and waited for a response. He wished he could tell her exactly what he was feeling. He wanted to tell her it all, but the words just weren’t there.

Posted By Patrick On 02.19.2013 @ 7:11 pm

He was flailing like his life depended on it. A. B. A. B. A. B. His thumbs were becoming numb. Alas, today wasn’t the day he was to beat his little sister in their daily battle of Street Fighter II.

Posted By Patrick On 02.18.2013 @ 5:25 pm

He felt fatigued by the day. Every day in fact. It wasn’t just this particular Monday that he felt more tired and drained than he thought humanely possible. It was every single day. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. He finally resolved in his mind that tomorrow would be the day that he wouldn’t, couldn’t, must not feel so exhausted.

Posted By Patrick On 02.16.2013 @ 2:47 pm

He was a salesman. A damn good one too. He could sale you the shoes you had on your feet. A very nifty little up charge too. He didn’t push or bullshit. He just knew exactly what to say and how to say it.

Posted By Patrick On 02.07.2013 @ 8:36 pm

She claims to be this terrible person. It’s always the same story. The same self-deprecating, self hate that in the end is just self righteous and looking for my pity. All I can say is that I’m done. I’m done with the excuses. And I’m done caring. Just finished.

Posted By Patrick On 02.06.2013 @ 8:00 pm

It takes more than being married to be a husband. He takes more than being a man to be a husband. It takes more than a husband to be a father.

Posted By Patrick On 02.04.2013 @ 6:16 pm

Fuck cool. I’m frozen.

Posted By Patrick On 01.27.2013 @ 7:31 pm

She had a musical voice. A voice meant for great things. A voice that called back to a golden age.

Posted By Patrick On 01.23.2013 @ 7:41 pm

Real. You have to stop all this imaginary bullshit and start living in the real world. Real World? I asked. She looked at me with this air of snooty omniscience. Yeah, one of these days you’re gonna have to face it that you aren’t some special unique little snowflake and get on with it. No words could describe all of the things that were bubbling up to the edge of my mouth ready to explode in violent vomit all over his self-righteous hypocrisy. I just stood up and signed the universal message for FUCK YOU. A few people laughed, a few clapped, and a few just stopped talking mid sentence and looked astonished that someone would dare do such a thing in their presence. At the end of the day that had to be one of the better blind dates I’d been on. I’m definitely not calling her again though.

Posted By Patrick On 01.22.2013 @ 6:47 pm

Visit family. Visit friends. Visit those in need. Visit those who invest time in you. Visit often those who encorage you. Visit places that inspire you.

Posted By Patrick On 01.21.2013 @ 8:13 pm

I applied myself I really did. Yet, I hear the same thing over and over again. Why don’t you have a better this or a better that. Or you know so and so has this and so and so has that. Well, frankly I don’t give a damn. I’m figuring things out and I’m doing it the only way I know.

Posted By Patrick On 01.20.2013 @ 5:04 pm

He stands tall for all to see. He clears his voice. His voice. The voice he can’t stand to hear, but must make known. He has to get out what needs to be said. What no one will say. What no one will dare. He clears his voice and delivers the speech.

Posted By Patrick On 01.15.2013 @ 8:21 am

I look to the cosmos as reference for my worrings, no time to loose!

Posted By Patrick On 01.07.2013 @ 4:40 am

I was placed in this world, in this country, in that year. It is my duty to make sure that it is worthwhile and that indeed I was placed here for a reason.

Posted By Patrick On 01.03.2013 @ 8:37 pm

he herself self trying to find himself self re evaluation looking in the mirror herself. inner self check. trusting himself. allowing himself. keeping himself.

Posted By Patrick On 11.30.2012 @ 10:45 pm

The library is a place to read books, study for classes, and simply just relax. I spend much of my time there after class. I would like to be able to say that but I think I just lied. i did spend much of my time there but then I got a job..

Posted By Patrick On 11.25.2012 @ 1:22 am

When I was born I was a square. Slowing I began to shed my box like figure, and became the circle that I am today. It was a gradual experience, but now I am well rounded.

Posted By Patrick On 11.23.2012 @ 10:30 pm

When you don’t feel time passing by. When you don’t continuously think about pressing on and completing other tasks or getting somewhere else. You’re perfectly happy with exactly what you’re doing.

Posted By Patrick On 11.19.2012 @ 11:17 pm

The way we express ourselves is in art. It is through art that we become the purest form of our human conciousness. Splatter, dots, even the great mountains of Fiji is what the personification and imagery of our mind and soul really represents. It’s through this that we have to get the spirit inside out. Without the arts, we are nothing. Music, poetry and painting are just a few of the

Posted By Patrick On 11.13.2012 @ 5:13 pm

Everything we make and share between us, and all the weird things we don’t or do care about with each other don’t blame me it’s someone else they have to change not me uh huh that’s just the way it is that’s just the way it is I can’t think of anything

Posted By Patrick On 02.12.2013 @ 1:20 pm

They scream at me.

I do not know who they are, or what they look like.

I have never seen them, know them only by their voice, the disturbance of the air.

Yelling, “knock it off! Keep it quiet!”

Posted By patrick On 10.05.2012 @ 6:41 am

Not much of a politic diriven person myelf. honestly that’s why I’m a moderate because people who follow too blinded by their sides end up hurting the other

Posted By Patrick On 10.01.2012 @ 9:17 am

Everything before, it basically determened everything now… My past is my past but it will always be the thing that makes me look forward to the future. I have looked back seeing all I hae gone through knowing that I’ve got even more to do.

Posted By Patrick On 09.24.2012 @ 7:29 pm