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for halo’s and for days set aside, a word that represents something not yet found, but forever in the process of finding. the length which people will go for something incoherent are astounding, but the places people will go to do so- outside a soldiers funeral, happy he died and claiming he is burning- are, i suppose, the tangible meaning

Posted By the founder On 04.08.2010 @ 4:24 pm

wnated on a poster is better than not looked after at all. needed for money, chased for more than thrill and otherwise loved by everyone. who doesn’t know your face? what’s a lost name or two, you’re famous, and they won’t ever forget you again….

Posted By The Founder On 09.08.2009 @ 2:37 pm

Alert. Alert. Intruder detected. Nelly made a point to hit her forehead on the metal wall before she turned to her crew and started yelling orders. “Get the goods, hold them tight, and get the hell of the ship before it sinks! Lith, meet me back on the boat, Belinda, make sure everyone gets out. Don’t let them get you, if any of you’re caught and you squabble, you’ll die by my pistol!” The few people left listening to her orders jumped to movement as the battle began.

Posted By The Founder On 07.10.2009 @ 12:55 pm

October winds blowing clouds from back in June. Do you remember June, my dove? You promised not to forget. The cloudy days we spent hiding behind rocks and between trees. I fear October, three years from now. Will that be a beautiful time, or will we be crying?

Posted By The Founder On 07.03.2009 @ 9:15 am

Crossing paths on the railroad track, where the switches break and there’s no one in control. A God-less world where we pick out own paths, which way, which way would you go? I’m sure there would be well run paths, where the plants don’t grow and where you could follow others, but what would you do when you encountered the soul person who crossed the path you’re on and continued his own way?

Posted By The Founder On 06.29.2009 @ 11:49 am

matching chai tea and coffee ice cream with ice water and zucchini bread, piecing together neon orange and fluorescent green without any murky browns in between and then adding it to black and white with fuzzy edges, connecting an insomniac pagan to a sloth-esque atheist… is to create one of the most beautiful things ever to be.

all in secret, all in time, things will fall in to place…

Posted By The Founder On 08.14.2009 @ 4:07 pm

cleanse is the water, the rain, that place up on hilltop park that I found today. A new path i haven’t yet traveled, and newer ones that haven’t been made. A creak, a bridge- bare feet and muddy legs. I’ll return to you, I’ll find what you hold. Mother deer and fawn, bambi, your nick name for me… alas, there I am again… you’re on my mind, an invisible signature on a cast not yet wrought…

Posted By The Founder On 08.10.2009 @ 7:21 pm

planetary messes of stars and meteorites. What’s for dinner? I plate of globally extracted magma, straight from the core of- get this- not only the earth, but everything on it. Who wouldn’t guessed?- there’s magma inside people. They’re ripping it out of us, though. We’re becoming more and more disconnected from our planet as they suck it out until we’re completely empty and void of the place we were first conceived.

Posted By The Founder On 08.02.2009 @ 1:38 pm

tiled skin that runs along only the finest contours. Lips and eyes, square scales, weighing me down and pulling me back. Like a ocean, with water made of bricks, or a sky made of lime stone… it’s just not right, the planned, split smoothness where my fingers dare not go.

Posted By The Founder On 07.30.2009 @ 7:03 pm

coral gardens under writhing waves. Metal tables of the peoples decay. Finger after finger, light after sun, night after night, the wreaths are wrung. Colors a bounty, texture of stone, more alive than people, with wisdom of the stones.

Posted By The Founder On 07.15.2009 @ 12:16 pm

spray of the ocean, spray on my face, spray of division, that one hurt’em! And what do you want done about it? Water attracts, bonds of the weakest kind, and then washes away to start again. Maybe you should do the same. Just

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Because there’s no bond you can make that will make more of an impact that the biggest waves. A pebble in a puddle, darling, only a pebble…

Posted By The Founder On 07.14.2009 @ 4:15 pm

Lazy, my ass. I’m hyper as all fuck. I want to see you so badly, I want to see your face, hear your laugh, listen to you talk. I want to sing to you. A choir of one voice… I want to bring you back and tell you how much I need you, how much you’ll always mean to me. I need to see you, I need to tell… But I’m stuck between people where I won’t be missed, I’m stuck, I’m stuck where I won’t be saved.

Posted By The Founder On 07.13.2009 @ 4:07 pm

heartbeat… I could feel mine, I could… see yours. I’ll be thinking about the awkward moment we shared today. You were happy to see me. I was happy you were happy.. But still, I’m thinking of him. “I can’t feel my heart beat,” he said, “so I’m going to borrow yours.” He said that. We were holding each other by the water fall. To be honest, he can have it, even though I say I love you…

Posted By The Founder On 07.12.2009 @ 3:43 pm

dial from a new shiny phone to the same old people. I guess not everything can be updated, but that’s not my fault. it’s not my fault the world is old news. people die, things fall apart. they always have. it’s not my fault that they’ve fallen so far. new phone to old people. maybe i shouldn’t have bothered. connection is over rated. nothing changes anyway, because things have been happening so fast for the longest time. i have to reason to update myself with the same old change.

Posted By The Founder On 12.09.2009 @ 3:58 pm

blinds fall over my eyes like subconscious curtains, hiding my dreams and glazing over my once seeing mind. like medication, like lobotomy, like pain that forces you back into an individual wonderland without a word, only leaving you with a shaking body and gaping breaths to keep enough static for something of life.

Posted By The Founder On 12.27.2009 @ 1:07 pm

hut in the middle of my stomach where things live and hide where i can’t find them. is it any wonder that i’m scared? these things that live inside of me don’t always show themselves, sometimes i’m not even shore if they’re really there. i can feel them though, though it sleeps, it also wakes. it crawls around inside me until it’s right below my skin. it speaks to me and i can’t help but listen…

Posted By The Founder On 12.17.2009 @ 6:22 pm

Snap into action, quick like a cold water spigot to fill a place with water. perhaps it will freeze there, some kind of lasting impact upon somebody. Some kind of impact upon anything. That is of course, until they melt and fall. Be it by the nature of man or the nature of the earth, one day it shall fall, i can only pray it is the later.

Posted By The Founder On 02.01.2010 @ 4:45 pm

bundle of clothing misgiven as a child and cared for like a wad of dirty laundry. Where people are guilty of cruelty, objects are guilty of being, as well as of not. something to eat is all i’ve asked for, but that can’t happen. i blame physics.

Posted By the founder On 01.30.2010 @ 2:35 pm

storing onions between pieces of cheese and old moldy bread, somewhere behind the thermal freeze, the only thing to survive the nuclear blast, aside from the coffee shop and the black cat that fell in the sewer that no body cared enough to rescue.

Posted By The Founder On 01.28.2010 @ 3:50 pm

muting something so beautiful as a song, as a word, as a single syllable, is like the nuclear reactor in a distant soviet place. nothing is more beautiful than the aftermath graffiti, or the destruction left behind from such a war. baby dolls and old plush toys… Peace now flourishes, with trees and untouched medication bottles.

Posted By The Founder On 01.26.2010 @ 5:43 pm

yoga between small chidren showing others the tree, adorable little things. i’m proud to call him my nephew, and she my sister-in-law. i love them. plain and simple, no ambiguity to sort. somewhere they are, and i look forward to seeing him, once he’s grown. i can’t wait to see what he’ll be. then again, i can. i can because i will love him no less and no more once he’s grown, as compared to him now and before.

Posted By The Founder On 01.25.2010 @ 9:40 am

tofu is a give away thing where people i love who don’t understand will tell me a story and give away the ending before i even get the chance to log on. haha, he apologizes, and yet here i am anyway, fearful of missing a day but not of what it will hold. perhaps, perhaps, i’m only living for your dreams anyway, and not the words of another.

Posted By The Founder On 01.24.2010 @ 11:55 am

pills are capsules filled with little worlds, like speculated books, the hobbit and heck where the bad kids go. bits of medicine and parts of highs where sober people go and happiness waits, only if your heart is open and your mind clustered with ideas and lovely little pieces of feelings worth rings and circles of thoughts that don’t leave but for a moment before circling once full again.

Posted By The Founder On 01.23.2010 @ 6:44 pm

options, a gun or a machete, this track or that, hanging or the chair, it is this inability to decide which take my life slowly, taking away seconds choosing, giving them back between festering wounds and fevers and death and then receiving them again, reanimation and uprising. kill me quickly, leave no trace and scatter my ashes with the fireworks of victory. choose quickly or may you suffer my fate.

Posted By The Founder On 01.21.2010 @ 5:16 pm

hooked on songs and long bubble gum strings under my shoes that stretch and twist to tell you where i’ve been. onward, soldiers, but scrape your shoes- wipe your feet before you take a step lest they find you within your childhood, with basketballs and gum bubbles and all the things that touch you soft in the prints you leave where you’ve been.

Posted By The Founder On 01.20.2010 @ 1:34 pm

clipboard bracelets through choir songs, wrapping color and winding threads. Yelling and bits of personality, a string of hair, and strand of cyanide, connections of the deadliest kind threw scheduling issues and empty threats, talking over clipboards during choir, first period.

Posted By The Founder On 01.19.2010 @ 2:13 pm

pour, like chocolate chips into cookie dough, like jews into a oven, rock a-by the merry go round until we choke to death over lustful martyrdom and crashing planes. you silly peace activists, we’re at war for the people who died, we want to honor them and avenge them, let’s kill more for them!

Posted By The Founder On 01.18.2010 @ 6:35 pm

cave in with waterworks and hard to reach places where submarines implode on people and seeds for the trees that kept them fresh and that people who didn’t. fresh air isn’t what they’re look for, as long as it’s breathable, who cares if we’re alive as we were 20 years ago.

Posted By The Founder On 03.27.2010 @ 4:01 pm

tragic is the man who weds a woman who does not love him. desperate are the people, love separated, be it for law or for serfdom to a religion bold and slicing as one may suggest. i used to try and convinced myself that there was a method to insanity, but alas, it seems that i a simply and wholly surrounded by lunatics bent on restraining themselves for imaginary places and dreams of the restraints of heaven.

Posted By The Founder On 03.28.2010 @ 12:06 pm

bunny’s are small sprinkles on a cupcake i forbade myself to eat, chicks are green and sugar coated, but i will not touch, tea is dark and foreboding, luring like seduction, come, i won’t cost a thing. and i listen, remaining hungry while something pure and good like sugar calls me, and i force myself like puritans, to stop.

Posted By the founder On 03.29.2010 @ 4:00 pm