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Posted By sally On 04.26.2013 @ 6:44 pm

When one is electrocuted he/she feels pain, shock, tingly, and awesome (if he or she is alive). Why awesome? Well because.

Posted By sally On 04.26.2013 @ 6:42 pm

Destined. What a beatiful word. Why? Because of all the lies it contains, of course.

Posted By Sally On 03.27.2013 @ 9:07 am

Destined. This word is actually comforting. Perhaps when I worry about the future I’m just running in place. But then again maybe I’m supposed to worry in order for my destiny to turn out well. And who am I destined to be with? And what if I’m destined to something I don’t want? Could I be? And I just want to be destined to you.

Posted By Sally On 03.26.2013 @ 9:13 pm

Calamity. It can be subtle. It can be the misfortune of being so far from those you love most. It can be missing people who live in the same building as you. It can be missing a person you’re sitting in the same room as.

Posted By Sally On 03.25.2013 @ 5:40 pm

i can’t sleep because i’m not satisfied. i’m hungry for something but it’s not food. we all want contentment but have i made it impossible for myself. am i an inappreciative brat? always aiming for something new is supposedly good but how do i reconcile this with happiness?

Posted By Sally On 03.20.2013 @ 12:47 am

we met and had a great time and he took my number but he never called and he didn’t want to call and it turns out he is a loyal boyfriend who knows his limits why does he get to set the limits it’s not fair.

Posted By Sally On 03.20.2013 @ 12:44 am

tales are from long ago they can be short or long they are made up they can have different characters. they can be passed down from generation to generation. they can explain something or teach you something. tales are usually exaggerated. Tales can be funny or wicked. they can be happy or sad. thye can be from other countries they can change over time

Posted By sally On 03.11.2013 @ 12:18 pm

I grasped your hand and I held onto you and together we fell through life crying and joyous and stopping and go and green and red and I said I love you and you said yes I love you too and so we fall through time and space and sometimes it is good and wonderful and sometimes it is hard we fall we fall but I grasp.

Posted By Sally On 02.20.2013 @ 1:54 am

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Posted By sally On 02.07.2013 @ 9:58 am

Promises should obviously be kept. If you can’t, don’t promise, they are not a vehicle for your wishes but the base of your credibility. Dare to give promises, it’s brave and a big responsibility. Why don’t you make a promise today – to yourself or others?

Posted By Sally On 01.09.2013 @ 4:05 am

I was staring down the barrel of his gun while he pulled out his phone, waiting for the next set of instructions from some mystery big-shot hitman on the other end. “Wow,” I thought, “If I’m

Posted By Sally On 01.02.2013 @ 10:49 am

There was a fire one time. it burned forever. I don’t want to go to hell. I have to go to heave. I’d rather believe in Heaven and find out it doesn’t exist than not believe and go to hell. Besides, believing in God never hurt anyone. Except Steven, the first Christian martyrs, and all the other martyrs. Dang I pushed the black button but i had to push back because i didnt fill out the fields so now i have another 60 seconds. i woke up this morning, and i wasnt in love with the same guy thats been treating me badly for almost 2 years, and it feels good. almost as good as burning him in a giant fire would feel.

Posted By sally On 12.25.2012 @ 6:57 pm

Soon the holidays will be upon us and I will again be overwhelmed … with tasks, activities, expectations, and guilt. It is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year, yet it haunts me with memories from the past that are not necessarily & pleasant. I hate ti and wonder when will I be able to finally truly forgive myself.

Posted By sally On 11.25.2012 @ 12:05 pm

told me once that my hair would be completely white by the time I was 20. They were wrong. It was 35. My mom always wanted me to start dying my hair when it started turning gray…..but I was too cheap and too lazy. And I’m glad now that I didn’t. What a bother, and so many chemicals, too. I’m okay with white hair. Not sure about Randy, though….and Tyler pulls his out when he sees them.

Posted By Sally On 11.13.2012 @ 12:00 pm

The sun was rising high into the sky and I felt sweat pouring in rivulets down my body. My muscles were aching and my heart racing; This is exactly the mental health day at the spa that I needed

Posted By sally On 09.09.2012 @ 11:25 am

happiness, life, human beings. But the sunlight will set, only if you want it to.

Posted By Sally On 08.17.2012 @ 5:55 pm

I like chewing gum for the most part, although I haven’t had any for a while. In junior high chewing gum was a daily staple. The boy I had a crush on chewed Wintergreen, so I’d always get the same one.

Posted By Sally On 07.26.2012 @ 8:14 am

Turn like a key, like a cog, like the burnished apples when you plucked them when you spit the seeds into the front lawn and bled your smoke from your nostrils, I would’ve loved you forever then, loved you like a wire in a socket, sexual and useless, but god I would’ve loved you.

Posted By Sally On 07.14.2012 @ 11:47 pm

Two. Stare into each other’s eyes. Only one comes out. The other never sees the light again.

Posted By Sally On 04.26.2012 @ 7:27 am

Swan. Black. River. Swan. Orange. Ripples. Pond. Overhanging greenery. Young family sprawled across a red, checkered picnic rug. Tassels melding with the grass. A picnic basket of wicker. Soggy bread. Wet, cold water.

Posted By Sally On 04.21.2012 @ 6:49 am

Sigh. I do not like sunglasses. They do not look good on me, and I am jealous of others who can wear them well. I especially do not like the people that wear their sunglasses indoors, and even worse are those who push them up on top of their heads! It looks ridiculous! Especially on bogons.

Posted By Sally On 04.19.2012 @ 5:19 am

Earrings. Sam, my younger brother, is fascinated by earrings. It was a hassle for him to be granted permission to get his ears pierced. This is stupid. I got mine pierced when I was eleven. I feel bad that I was able to get this done rather easily, and I haven’t worn earrings in over six months!

Posted By Sally On 04.18.2012 @ 4:37 am

My desk is where I sit. It is not excellent. It is far too short for me to rest my arms on. It is painted white, and this paint is flaking to reveal a horrible pink colour. But, even though it is just a board that hangs limply from a nail in the wall, it does serve it’s function… somewhat.

Posted By Sally On 04.15.2012 @ 5:51 pm

Entice the nice with much white rice, for the day the sun blossoms, is the day we eat it all. So enticing, so exciting. This is terrible. Nicholas is talking crap about post-scarcity worlds and I’m too conscious of spelling

Posted By Sally On 04.15.2012 @ 12:01 am

Ratings are a thing of numbers. How are you to express yourself with just numbers? Isn’t life more complicated than just good or bad? So why should you take an artist’s hard work and just go “oh…4″ Could you imagine working 10 years on a novel and that’s what you recieve? I can’t even imagine. At least give them the decency to say why. Give them more than just a rating.

Posted By Sally On 03.20.2012 @ 6:34 pm

break them climb then look at them build them dont be one

Posted By Sally On 02.07.2012 @ 3:58 pm

festival! Colour, fun, life, laughter! festival! festivities, nativities, frivolities, a lot of please festival! :-)

Posted By Sally On 01.31.2012 @ 1:48 pm

so,off she went to a function. It was quite a swish affair. Black tie, no less. And at this function, she watched people function. Or dys-function. and she thought about words. Dys-function, dat-function.

Interesting. Function.

Posted By Sally On 01.31.2012 @ 3:38 am

A young girl, in the playground, with tears of laughter streaming down her face, as she hula-hooped the rainbow coloured collection. Her grandmother sitting silently in front of her holding their ice-creams. The ice-creams melting on a sunny day, the grandmother giving them an occasional sneaky lick to catch the drips while she waited for her granddaughter to finish her fun.

Posted By Sally On 01.29.2012 @ 3:53 am