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i am the happiest boy in the world i just got my chain and sprocket on my dirtbike. i was rideing it this weekend.

Posted By roy On 10.08.2012 @ 5:51 am

an event is when something happens. most things in life are a damp squib, or is it just the way I look at it, some people can find wonder in anything, they are good people. well done to them.

Posted By roy On 08.19.2012 @ 3:14 pm

the crew went to the ship and began shooting at everyone there present. it seemed as though they didn’t want an answer, they just wanted revenge. after everyone was dead they went for their prize, a big buda head embroidered with jewels and precious stones. everyothing was worth a lot.

Posted By Roy On 07.15.2012 @ 5:29 pm

It was dark and cloudy outside when i wandered off my house and and stumbled my dogs residue. I was hungry…there was no time….

It was delicious.

Posted By roy On 03.24.2012 @ 9:29 am

Sacrifice is done everyday. It’s a part of life. Everyone sacrifices. Some may be small others large but none the less it’s a daily process. Jesus sacrificed for our sins. though everyday man sacrifice for themselves or others.

Posted By Roy On 10.29.2011 @ 6:39 pm

Ants. So unrelatable. So puny, so meaningless in this world of giants. That’s what we like to tell ourselves at least. In our world, the landscape is the giant. The to the landscape, the world is the giant. To the world to the solar system to this star cluster to this galaxy to this galaxy cluster to this universe.

Posted By Roy On 09.05.2011 @ 5:26 pm

Sponge. Sponge is the texture of the potato fries served in high school. Sponge is the thing that everyone knows lives under the sea, and likes to pretend that it lives specifically in a pineapple. Sponge is, to me, the best way to describe a child’s expanding mind during those first ten years.

Posted By Roy On 09.01.2011 @ 6:12 pm

we were all traveling across the country by trailer, it was the weirdest trip ever. People cramped up against the metallic walls of a moving truck, nnore than 200 hundred souls looking for a place to lay in the grass and have a great time, listening to the silence, then move along to anther unknown destination

Posted By Roy On 04.27.2011 @ 4:24 pm

Is a device for women to look sexier. and hotter. It turns men’s brains into a soup. And make them horny. Quite horny. Also, it makes women taller.

Posted By Roy On 03.15.2011 @ 2:00 pm

the controller was there. I took a shot at him but his fiend were there too. Fuckin Mubarack! He will get us all! So the only alternative is to fight to the death. I rather die on my feet that living on my knees. What will I show to my kids if I break my back before them now?

Posted By Roy On 02.06.2011 @ 11:02 am

Stick in the mud? Stuck in neutral? Stick it to whomever is annoying you? Stick with it? Feeling Stuck? Pondering… wondering what to do with live. Live it, duh…. but for what point? Hmmmm…

Wow, I accidentally gave myself a second dose of time! Anyway.

I think what I’m wondering about is… what’s my purpose, how do I figure it out, and then what to do. That last part should be easy.

Posted By Roy On 12.16.2010 @ 10:39 pm

I made a cake today, or at least I tried to. I stared unbelievingly at the dilapidated lump of half-risen batter on the kitchen table and tried to remember where I went wrong.

Posted By Roy On 07.28.2010 @ 4:26 pm

what the hell is this website? i can’t think I am at work. gotta roll those stogies. we only have 20 seconds. i don’t really have 30 seconds then do I, especcially if you let me contimue untill the period. hak

Posted By roy On 07.01.2010 @ 9:11 am

Bubbles are free and bubbles are like me….They float around with an unknown destination of flight that will end with a sudden pop! And then there isnt a bubble anymore…

Posted By Roy On 04.29.2010 @ 12:53 pm

are creepy. the monkey one that my uncle had was hidden in the hamper by his room. my grandma used it to scare us little kids, and i’m pretty sure that she used it against our middle aged uncle too. the eyes of dolls follow your movements.

Posted By roy On 04.27.2010 @ 9:49 pm

the tape was in place, it was there all the time. i didn’t see it though, i thought. i must have missed it. he looked at me and asked, so what’s the idea about? i shrugged and took the tape. there were many boxes and i needed to move out fast. i couldn’t stay any longer

Posted By roy On 03.25.2009 @ 5:14 am

Spanish class. I should have applied myself more.

Posted By roy On 07.17.2008 @ 4:43 am

Spanish class. I should have applied myself more.

Posted By roy On 07.17.2008 @ 4:43 am

1. Dark and gloomy: Lacking light or brightness and producing a dull, dark, or melancholy atmosphere.

2. Dark in color: Having a color or tone that is dark, dull, or suitable for a serious mood or occasion.

3. Serious and melancholy: Marked by or conveying strict seriousness combined with sadness or a troubled state of mind.

Posted By Roy On 07.17.2008 @ 2:28 am

There are lots of different occasions. Like holidays and birthdays.There are alos more serious ones.Like test int the univesity. Some of the occasion you prepare fpr.

Posted By Roy On 07.14.2008 @ 3:18 am

I don’t want to make a mistake right now. To err in grammar or spelling would be a tremendous mistake. I’m not sure how to spell that word should I really include it in here? Oh no, I think I’m paranoid. Is that a song title or am I just crazy?

Posted By Roy On 07.12.2008 @ 12:05 pm

i saw a girl wearing a scarf the other night i was walking home. It had red spots on it. the scarf dangled in wind as she

Posted By roy On 07.18.2008 @ 1:26 am

Icy. Coldness. My bling so fresh. What else could it mean besides ice, cold condensed water? Let’s write a 30 second story:

I mean poem:

The icy lake seemed oh so cold but oh I jumped and felt oh so bold

Posted By Roy On 08.01.2009 @ 4:17 am

Palm. It’s one of the best words to rhyme with. You just say palm, and balm comes to mind. Nevermind, it doesn’t work out so well. But the song “I have the whole world in my hands” does come to mind. If you look at it intensely, you notice all these small lines.

Posted By Roy On 07.17.2009 @ 2:28 am

a keypad is the source of a lot of frustration, especially when things don’t go right, or when I’m not looking and something happens that when I look up, I find a lot of different letters than what I was thinking, or is that keyboard I’m thinking of. Keypads can control a lot of our lives if we let them, don’t they?

Posted By Roy On 03.06.2009 @ 1:41 pm

Too many choices. That was what I had. Where did I want to go? To Paris. To Rome. To China. I was staring at my passport and wishing I could make up my mind.

Posted By Roy On 04.17.2009 @ 2:19 am

I hurried so fast to the airport that I left my passport on the dresser. I could not believe my bad luck. My family was there, waiting, staring and angry at my being such a clutz.

Posted By Roy On 04.17.2009 @ 2:16 am

the source of power. military. it was hard to remove from my holga without removing the film 1st. black and white alternating, reality and dreams.

Posted By Roy On 04.10.2009 @ 6:52 am

it was only yesterday that I was young and agile.

Then my life passed before me. Who am i? Where am I? What am I doing with my life? Where have I been? Do I know where I’m going? It’d all passed. All of it. How? Its not fair I thought. Its like I woke up one morning with regrets and fear. Yesterday I didn’t think this way!

Posted By Roy On 04.04.2009 @ 8:09 pm

didn’t i write about flight already? is it one word per day? that doesn’t make much sense. what if i’m writing a paper, as i’m doing now, and i want to get my creativue juices flowing? now i have to write about one word alld ay. i think thats stupid. i think all my spelling mistakes are stupid too. can’t think too far ahead of myself or i’ll end up with stupid mistakes. stupid. oh well. red light. red line. almost done. here we go.

Posted By roy On 10.12.2008 @ 6:57 pm