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Stalled. My life. One could say that I have done nothing since uni. One would be right. My entire life has stalled. Professionally I am no where. Nothing, No where. The one plus in my life is my partner whom i love with my entire heart. i dont want to stall her..Posted By steve On 02.23.2013 @ 7:05 am
She put the glass down on the table, and she knew that she’d leave a watermark but didn’t care- absently tracing the rim of the fragile cup with her finger, ringing too highly for her ears. No one in the class had mastered the trick of speaking in turn yet, but none of them could even care. She felt her shoulders rise, heaving above her neck, as she collapsed.Posted By steve On 01.10.2013 @ 10:00 pm
Don’t think about the conceptual musts, just think about the Top Tens, that’s it, just the Top Tens. The boss man, the managers, the GMs, the AGMs, don’t listen to them, keep a straight face, a straight eye, both of ‘em, and just think about numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10 and use your oxford commas when writingPosted By Steve On 01.07.2013 @ 6:48 pm
shows have influenced my life in so many ways, my favorite one, how i met your mother has made me into a hopeless romantic and wanting to make things work. i can only hope for so much without hoping for nothing at all. or a show such as the amazing race which has made me want to travel the world with another person and see what the world is truly like. i think that would be an amazing experience. not only that but i am finding out as im typing this that im good about writing about nothing. maybe thats something i should look into doing. just kidding i hate writing with a firey buring passion. i was just bored.Posted By steve On 12.27.2012 @ 3:03 pm
pay them and get them in right on time, slipped under the door keep the rain off your books keep the library fines (non-existent) keep the money in the bank and your mother thinks you’re safe your mother feels worried but there’s nothing she nor I could ever do
she or I could ever noticePosted By steve On 12.16.2012 @ 4:35 pm
the spoon is gentle wood and it seems to meld into the soft, vast expanse of your forearm like it’s a part of it like you’re a tree branching out but then I’m a leaf, I’m a shot-down, turned-around, twisted and broken sapling
let me stir the cake mixture, let’s continue skipping school.Posted By steve On 12.16.2012 @ 3:54 am
Like stirring coffee. Or tea. Or trouble. Causing problems that don’t need to be there, dipping that spoon in that soft, settled mess and ruffling it, forcing it to move and to rupture, pushing it round in that circular motion until it is active and writhing. Back to the tea. Put that spoon down.Posted By Steve On 12.15.2012 @ 2:00 pm
So, we have scheduled a meeting today to discuss the methods used out in the field. Whenever we set about working to dispatch our targeted goals in the most respectable manner possible, always consider the needs of the company. Never use high-explosive rounds, avoid putting holes in the immediate bodies of civilians, and also use caution.Posted By Steve On 12.10.2012 @ 9:10 am
i think about how often my household and everyone smokes so much and getting stoned and mountaintops and that time i went skydiving and and i think about having to raise low trees that are in the groundd and how much of a pain that is and how it hurts my back but mostlPosted By Steve On 12.04.2012 @ 12:38 pm
an object is a solid mass which can be touched, picked up and lobbed at peoples faces for comical amusement. There are many objects in the world, tons of hundreds of thousands of them, which includes humans, toilets and bottles of Moutain Dew. I enjoy these three because I canPosted By Steve On 12.02.2012 @ 1:14 pm
“eugh arts” says mr shankly and tells me to do chemistry no no no i can’t.
i did an art exam once (twice) (three times) (actually it was this morning)
there was matisse’s icarus and caravaggio’s (caravan’s) somebody else (actually to tell the truth i am captain of this sinking ship) (actually i love it)Posted By steve On 11.13.2012 @ 11:10 pm
we’re not ants although we are ants although we milk cows
and if i was a girl ant and you were a girl ant and we were at ant school and i loved you with all my tiny ant blood it’d probably be the same scenario
but isn’t the only girl the queen? and isn’t the only queen a bee? and don’t we lose our blood once per. month? etcetera?Posted By steve On 02.13.2013 @ 12:38 am
“Trying to make a statement?” he asked as his 15-year-old daughter entered the room clad in all black, a Misfits t-shirt, heavy makeup that paled her complexion, studded dog collar, and long mousy-brown hair hanging in such a way as to cover half her face.
“Whatever, Dad. You don’t get it,” she snarked full of contempt for the man who obviously never knew what it was like to challenge conventionality.
He did get it, though. And as he remembered 30 years ago he was having the same conversation with his father who often remarked he needed to cut that shaggy hair, he smiled to himself, taking solace in the fact that someday in the future she too will be seen as an agent of the establishment in her own child’s eyes.Posted By Steve On 07.27.2012 @ 11:06 am
smack. Smack. SMACK. He’d had enough. He calmly rose from his desk, exited his cubicle, entered his neighbors, lifted his hand, and did what everyone else in the office has dreamed about since Mr. Loud Gum Chewer joined the team – delivered a hard and fast open-handed smack of his own to the back of the offender’s head. It will surely mean a meeting with HR, but as he sat back down in his ergonomically adjusted office chair he knew it was worth it.Posted By Steve On 07.26.2012 @ 10:41 am