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The crow is black and has feathers. It flies across the night and scares a bunch of people. You don’t want to be outside and alone when this crow passes by, because you’ll get scared and run in the house. Why is the crow such a scary bird? Why is it always associated with darkness?

Posted By Stephen On 04.29.2013 @ 9:34 am

The tornado of your essence sweeps me off my feet and throws my heart from its feeble footing, throwing me in a whirlwind love

Posted By Stephen On 03.27.2013 @ 9:05 pm

an overwhelming rain of emotion and fear. I know of nothing anymore. I am forever lost in this tornado of life. I shall encrypt this experience in my bank of lies.

Posted By Stephen On 03.27.2013 @ 6:54 pm

I’m never sure about anything. Always second-guessing myself. I don’t think I’ve ever been positively sure about any one thing in my life. I always find myself thinking about what could have been. Embarrassing moments from the past repeat in my mind in a constant loop.

Posted By Stephen On 12.30.2012 @ 5:42 pm

It goes on top of a house. Ours is green and metal. I don’t like it; the old roof was better-looking. Roofs keep rain out. Some people around here mispronounce roof like it’s woof, the sound a dog makes. There is a hotel chain called Red Roof Inn.

Posted By Stephen On 12.07.2012 @ 12:30 am

Themselves dont care about thereselves, if they did they would be so occupied about themselves. I am more interrested in ourselves, book shelves and

Posted By Stephen On 11.08.2012 @ 1:51 pm

I have had an affair, and I know many others have as well. While most of us probably say we regret it, we all know that this event actually holds a special place in our heart. It represents a time of adventure that is very risque, and typically most people won’t make this same ‘mistake’ twice, but they probably wouldn’t erase it either.

Posted By Stephen On 09.26.2012 @ 12:41 am

dark are you? what kind of question was that? lots of questions. Fear itself. Harry Potter. Cast out by God. Who can stop us?

Posted By Stephen On 09.23.2012 @ 3:25 pm

I am alive other things are alive every single thing that lives dies and lives to be alive is a philosophical outlook and a existential characteristic

Posted By Stephen On 09.16.2012 @ 2:48 pm

Dysfunctional families often cause psychological problems for the patient. I would recommend therapy at least once a week for six months, followed by an evaluation. If deemed appropriate, treatment should continue for 1-3 years. I do not believe that one can be healthy in a dysfunctional family, not truly, at least.

Posted By Stephen On 09.13.2012 @ 10:53 am

Pandora Hearts.

Posted By Stephen On 08.25.2012 @ 7:42 pm

It’s not crazy to get approval for things you like, it’s a human nature thing, noting can be done to alter tis, so why even bother to thing negative, Approval is Avery easy word to say, it flits off the tongue nicey.

Posted By Stephen On 08.11.2012 @ 10:03 pm

Just recently I had to write a statement about a accident I was in. Which I thought was very usefully in helping me maintain my story and point of view.

Posted By Stephen On 07.26.2012 @ 11:23 am

The turbine whined as the plane lifted off from the runway. I looked down on the shrinking landscape and smiled to myself, imagining the adventures I would have over the next ten days hiking, biking and sailing in the virgin islands.

Posted By Stephen On 07.10.2012 @ 9:03 am

It was a cold morning, everything was lined up and ready to go. She’d been out of this a long time but a job’s a job and plus, she enjoyed the adrenaline. It was one of the free perks you could say. “Make it look rough” she thought. It would be a lot rougher than the ride she planned it to be.

Posted By Stephen On 05.26.2012 @ 8:31 pm

little red riding hood. hood wink is the name of the fellow who befriended little red ridinh hood. But why is it that she had a hood? To much of hood ! Man it reminds me of wood. and isn’t Wood another name for boner

Posted By Stephen On 04.05.2012 @ 4:14 am

broken and sore somehow i have not found out how to be fixed but i do pray that my friends and family can be somehow fixed. maybe not in this life but in someother life. i would love to be fixed in my empty shell of myself. the empty shell of my human self is so far from being fixed iam more broken and worn than i can imagine

Posted By stephen On 03.22.2012 @ 8:45 am

I like to demonstrate to my little brother about how to do grown up things. Since he is autistic i think the proper demonstration by an older more competent person will actually help him in the long run.

Posted By Stephen On 03.07.2012 @ 5:58 pm

I want to conceal my feelings about her.

Posted By stephen On 01.12.2012 @ 8:42 pm

Dim light darkness. The lamp is dim. Light that is low. A deed the is low or terrible. A light bulb go dim after a long time. low low low low low low low low low low low low light

Posted By Stephen On 11.29.2011 @ 5:57 am

the colors change death decay but also a chance for rebirth only after everyting dies and crystalizes can it be reborn so falling leaves and whistling winds beautiful and terrible bite and rouge cheecks

Posted By Stephen On 11.07.2011 @ 4:48 pm

The Shepherd’s Dog. Iron and Wine’s 3rd album? It’s good even though I don’t have it. Definitely need to buy it. They are probably my favorite sleepy folk band there is. So calming and easy to listen to. That’s all.

Posted By stephen On 10.25.2011 @ 5:12 pm

Was it half full or half empty? It didn’t really matter, because it didn’t belong to him anyways. John just looked at this cup, half empty of soda, half full of air, and entirely irrelevant to his real problem. His real problem was a dog chewing on his leg. A big dog. With sharp teeth. Chewing. On. His. Leg. Lots of periods here, just to show John’s agony. John was wishing that he was never born as a sausage, but the cards had been dealt that way. And he didn’t even want to play. He just wanted to enjoy a comfortable couch and a nice barbeque sauce. But instead, he got a dog chewing on his sausage leg.

Posted By Stephen On 09.29.2011 @ 12:16 pm

I’m sitting on a playground and I just found a time capsule with a newspaper from twenty years in the future. This strikes me as particularly strange because I can’t read.

Posted By Stephen On 09.28.2011 @ 3:18 am

she was given one chance to live. just one chance to do the things that could alter her life forever. hopefully she would be able to capitalize on the oppertunity to do good. “hello” “hey, how are you today”

Posted By Stephen On 07.03.2011 @ 9:01 am

I was GIVEN the opportunity to write for a wholt minute about one word…. XD

Posted By Stephen On 07.02.2011 @ 3:45 pm

horns for heads that some may use as coat hangers or for knives to cut steak. some revere antlers as crowns for many kings gone un crowned, i want antlers right next to my ears so i could decorate them with all sorts of gaudy treasure.

Posted By stephen On 06.25.2011 @ 1:33 pm

Mad fuckers predict the end of the world on a regular basis. Why ids it that they need to preditct this and not work on more natural means of precidtion in order to instead help people to lifve life to their full potetnial rather than cripple them into limiting their capabilities.

Posted By Stephen On 06.20.2011 @ 5:11 pm

She held on to me as long as she could. “Don’t go.” She spoke softly. “But I must.” I squeezed her tight and let go. “There is no other way.”

Posted By Stephen On 06.19.2011 @ 11:27 pm

train comes early everytime. one would think that a good thing, but theres no all win situations… not around here. Jill got her ticket and was satisfied to wait for once. The train was late today. There wasn’t anyone in the station. Not a single person to wait except for her.

Posted By stephen On 06.16.2011 @ 10:49 am