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The stunt of a life time begun when i closed my eyes and let go of the rope. The rope of faith in my hand and my feet and my head. I let it fall away from me when the panic had peaked, when the numbness of my soul was steadily suffocating me! I let go of the rope and and rested in free fall. A fall of choice… a fall into grace!

Posted By Pearl On 05.26.2012 @ 3:16 pm

The stunt man was asked to jump off the cliff with both eyes closed. He simply could not! having been a stunt man for years he has specialized in the art of explosion stunts. You see he had a fear for heights and was unable to conquer it.

Posted By Pearl On 05.26.2012 @ 2:58 pm

I never drank poison before. At least not poison this potent. As a family of spies, we had trained our bodies to be impervious to deadly liquids. But not part of my training I found that the biggest unrequited love, and the only solution to the problem I had created was to remove myself from the center. It didn’t even burn.

Posted By Pearl On 08.21.2011 @ 3:05 pm

I missed the train that day, because I missedy alarm clock ringing. And so, because of this, i also missed picking up my distant relatives, but I’m not complaining. I won’t miss them anyhow.

Posted By Pearl On 08.20.2011 @ 10:46 am

bows are a very pretty accessory…. for baby girls and dogs… oh and lady gaga!!! haha! bow and arrows sometimes a scary thing they freak me out anyways i dont really understand why people need them or guns… waste of time… bows are nice on dresses too.. actually i kind of like bows. they are quite pretty.

Posted By pearl On 07.15.2011 @ 2:39 am

Domestic is not something that describes me, I would like to though. I enjoy cooking and living in a home, however life makes being domestic the last thing on the priority list. I would love to be married and make my husband’s and my life domestic, but I also have a wild streak that will never be domesetic. I love the outdoors and pushing the limits of normal behavior. I love adventures and I don’t think that fits in with domestic very well at all.

Posted By pearl On 05.19.2011 @ 6:14 pm

Strong women give a fuck, but manage to over look the fucks they give. Strong women are caring, are smart, are beautiful inside. Strong women aren’t always muscular, they can be strong of hart, strong of will. Strong women have strong thoughts.

Posted By Pearl On 02.26.2011 @ 4:24 pm

All tables serve a purpose. Even the ones intended for decoration eventually become covered with things no one really needs. There’s a table in the bathroom, in my bedroom, in the living room. They’re covered in boxes of tampons, a light, some books.

Posted By Pearl On 02.25.2011 @ 11:19 pm

I want to lie on tables, because when you do such a thing, you’re not like other people. Most people lie on beds, or couches, or even recliners, but I want to lie on a table. I’d be the center of attention. I’d be the odd one out. Oh wait. I already am.

Posted By Pearl On 02.25.2011 @ 8:50 pm

its translucency is its most evident characteristic it inspires me to be like that clear and simple.

Posted By pearl On 01.31.2011 @ 11:56 am

often in life it happens when you know it all but still you are sidetracked , it may be because u r shy or you don’t want to win the race by running on the same path that is trodden by many .

Posted By pearl On 01.21.2011 @ 11:56 pm

our life is an endless struggle, where victory or loss isn’t fixed. everything you do is recorded by the puppetier who watches all our steps and grants us our desired wishes.

Posted By pearl On 01.21.2011 @ 11:48 pm

Enraged Hurt Upset Angry Lied To Insane Shouting Yelling

Posted By pearl On 01.10.2011 @ 1:21 pm

When I find myself wishing something that I know that sometimes is unpossible to come true, then I wonder what else I can wish for that would become true for real.

Posted By Pearl On 12.30.2010 @ 6:45 am

The tarnished bell hung on the arc, looking like something that had been washed up on a beach after being in the ocean for centuries. I longed to wander the same path as the tarnished bell, just to experience the tumbles and rolls. I’m sure that it hurt, as life hurts, but we manage to move on, wiser and stronger.

Posted By Pearl On 12.28.2010 @ 1:45 pm

fangs? oyeah ! you’re right! bwahahahahah! I love him! IKR! I super duper love him ! You know whooooooooo? His name is .. is .. is.. Oww. sorry. no time left. :(

Posted By Pearl On 10.31.2010 @ 9:22 pm

The lord created the world in seven days, or so they say. What if that really is just a metaphor for a much longer time, or maybe there were seven lords and they each had one day to make their contribution. What makes us think that they were the original creators anyway?

Posted By Pearl On 08.07.2010 @ 9:29 pm

It was merely the offer of a lift home, but she read more into his eyes and refused gently on the grounds that she had arrived with her friend and she couldn’t be left alone. She allowed for another offer to be made, perhaps a meeting another day.

Posted By Pearl On 05.12.2009 @ 10:28 pm

under the sea. under the sea. Darling it’s better. Down where it’s wetter. Take it from me. Up on the shore they work all day. Out in the sun they slave away. While we devoting. Full time to floating. Under the sea.

dodododododododdodo

Posted By pearl On 03.10.2009 @ 11:08 am

It was all that was left of my grandmother’s rose vase. The one that her mother had brought from the European country she had come from, that was yellow with roses all over. It had fallen, cracked, and then swept away, so only one piece, a small yellow leaf, was left.

Posted By Pearl On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

sleep and rainy days. Aromatic coffee brew

Posted By pearl On 09.08.2009 @ 9:59 pm

The Vulture flew across the clear blue sky lurking around eyeing its prey. It caught glimplse of a small rabbit running around in the farm.

Posted By Pearl On 03.06.2009 @ 6:54 am

Classic is just a word but it has a deep meaning. There is a classic to almost everything, classic cars, classic music, classic stories and yet classic is a class in itself.

Posted By Pearl On 03.05.2009 @ 7:13 am

passport photos taken by a smiling attendant are still black and white but as yellow and blue as Cuba. the dour face required by government records take a few tries. who can keep a straight face when we’re seeing drinks in a

Posted By Pearl On 04.17.2009 @ 9:52 am

passport photos taken by a smiling attendant are still black and white but as yellow and blue as Cuba. the dour face required by government records take a few tries. who can keep a straight face when we’re seeing drinks in a

Posted By Pearl On 04.17.2009 @ 9:51 am

there was a village on the hill. it was a very small village, just a few civilized citizens, i was one of them. there weren’t many villages anywhere else in this town, only here. where is here you ask? i don’t know exactly. omg time is running out. crap. uhhhh super junior is awesome!! only 13!! woot!!

Posted By pearl On 08.15.2008 @ 10:20 am

its not real. it never was. it never will be. its just me and my computer, out for a whirl, that the computer won’t even remember. I don’t have anything to show for the hours i’ve spent virtually harvesting my virtual corn or raising my virtual babies. But even for all the unreallness, the virtual things have a place in my heart. love, the virtuality.

Posted By Pearl On 11.12.2009 @ 6:35 pm

fluffy and white and inviting it always remains faithfully wrapping itself around me, warming me from the frighteningly cruel coldness of the bathroom air that is not the shower. It absorbs up my moisture and also feels wonderful agianst my skin and I just sit on the floor to enjoy it. Why can’t all clothes feel like a towel. Totally dependable and always friendly.

Posted By Pearl On 11.07.2009 @ 9:25 pm

the murder had seemed to go well. Nobody had screamed and the other noises were minimal. The only thing he had to worry about was eternal damnation, and that would be years to come. He didn’t want to think about it anyways. It was a good day. The murder had gone well.

Posted By Pearl On 11.18.2009 @ 8:15 pm

the pedals on the bike pump up and down, up and down with each pump she makes with her foot. Up a hill, and then down the other side. Relax for a moment, while she flies, then pump pump pump on and on, waiting for each hill. hard to climb, but fly down the other side. the pedals pump.

Posted By Pearl On 12.05.2009 @ 8:49 am