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it pushes something to something. it makes stronger. it gives power. catapult throw, pushes, helps. it is amazing. catapult can be a metaphor to life and how everything in it has a reason.

Posted By Alice On 05.21.2013 @ 6:35 am

xvxcv

Posted By alice On 04.30.2013 @ 2:29 pm

he looked at me eyes wild ravished with hunger he would stop at nothing he scuttled across the floor and I turned away as he finished the last of his freshly slaughtered meal

Posted By Alice On 04.17.2013 @ 10:18 pm

love hate and another emotion about it. i think the first time i have been punished by

Posted By alice On 04.08.2013 @ 4:46 am

it’s white and a powder, it’s grainy but also can make delicious cakes. It’s grinded from ingredients you can have plain or self raising for whatever cake you decide to make. It’s also interesting and soft and feels nice but is also sticky when mixed with water.

Posted By Alice On 04.07.2013 @ 2:23 am

Food is amazing. I love to eat all kinds of food because it is necessary for the human body to process the food. If we didn’t have food we’d all be dead. So I’m going to go eat a bagel with cheese and ham. Because I’m hoping it’ll taste good. It sounds good. I want to eat it. Let me go to the fridge.

Posted By Alice On 04.03.2013 @ 10:43 pm

“don’t tell me. don’t tell me, i – ”

“you do,” she said, clicking the gun. “i’m not giving you any extra time. if you take a hint, it’ll be your finger – ”

“i said don’t tell me!” bella shook in her chair. “i just – i know it – ”

“five seconds – “

Posted By Alice On 03.18.2013 @ 4:08 pm

Blood cells come from marrow inside your bones. Blood is pumped through 4 chambers in the heart. The left atrium, the right atrium, the left ventricle and the right ventricle. Bleeding is when blood exits the human body. Blood is carried through veins in your body that travel to all of your import organs. Blood carries the nuitrients needed for organs to survive.blood is blue with low oxygen and is red with high oxygen.when the human skin is cut or sliced open blood drips out and causes bleeding.

Posted By Alice On 02.26.2013 @ 4:52 pm

it was fast and fluid his arms just slapping the air. He flailed them proudly waving to his sister. “Come give me a hug” he yelled. As if his arms in the air didn’t grab enough attention toward them already. But that was Joseph. He didn’t care what anyone thought. I ran to he hugged me broadly just like he always did.

Posted By alice On 02.19.2013 @ 1:27 am

Flailing makes me think about the ocean. About drowning, maybe? I guess that’s a bit morbid. But I think about sailboats and swimming and worrying that the ocean will take you. I’m not afraid of the ocean, but flailing means white limbs drowning. I don’t know where that association came from. Or maybe falling?

Posted By Alice On 02.18.2013 @ 4:35 pm

Death of a Salesman? Travelling salesman? There was some slide on one of my Java class powerpoints about a travelling salesman. Had something to do with finding the shortest path and minimum spanning trees and that stuff. Fun times.

Posted By Alice On 02.07.2013 @ 5:23 pm

There once was a poor man that was controlled by a female. He used to be able to do anything. He wore the ‘pants’ but now he is basically a pack mule carrying around all of this girls belongings night and day. What do we call this? We call this a husband.

Posted By Alice On 02.04.2013 @ 3:06 pm

One of the hardest things at first was turning on my side and reaching out, and instead of finding him, it was just a hard, blank, lifeless wall.

Posted By Alice On 02.03.2013 @ 5:16 pm

And it’s such a miracle that you and me are still good friends. After all that we’ve been through, I know we’re cool…

One can only hope.

Posted By Alice On 01.27.2013 @ 9:26 pm

Getting more and more responsibility as the years go by. Or at least I feel like I should be. I usually try not to think about it too much. Like where I can get internships and where I’ll get a job and when I should start applying to the masters program. And all I want to do is enjoy life as it is, in the moment. Without the “responsibility” hanging over my head.

Posted By Alice On 01.25.2013 @ 9:20 am

I couldn’t live without sound. I couldn’t live deaf. I mean, granted, it’d be better to be without sound than without sight, or at least that’s what I think. But sound is so much. The sound of other people’s voices. Of my own. Of music – and I absolutely cannot live without music. Of nature. Of everything. Everything has it’s own sound, it’s own song. How could I live without hearing them?

Posted By Alice On 01.18.2013 @ 7:23 pm

Sweeping is something you do to clean. Cleaning ladies sweep, if you have one. I don’t, so I sweep. The floor. Not the ceiling. That’d be weird. Alright, times up, bye.

Posted By Alice On 01.16.2013 @ 2:36 pm

Speak. Parlez a moi. En anglais. En francais. En espangol. But words can only convey so much.

Posted By Alice On 01.14.2013 @ 8:19 pm

There’s this spinning compass in Pocahontas. In her dreams. And in reality it belongs to John Smith. Well, I mean in the Disney version. And she wonders what it means and if it’s pointing her to her destiny and then it’s pointing to him and sometimes I wonder, if I had a compass like that, where would it point me? Right now I guess it’s pointing towards the boy I’ve been spending the past week with. And when he leaves, who knows where it’ll go then. Maybe it’ll stay with him and maybe not. I don’t know what’s going to happen. But I hope I find my way again.

Posted By Alice On 01.12.2013 @ 4:03 pm

Django Unchained. The whole white master and servants thing. Funny because I’m probably going to watch that tonight and I was thinking it’d be funny if this word was something relevant to my vacation.

Posted By Alice On 01.10.2013 @ 1:33 pm

I must go to work. I must eat. I must do what I want to. No one really must do anything. I hope that I must havea job for a long time.

Posted By Alice On 01.08.2013 @ 6:29 am

Ryan just wrote a reference for Mags. A recommendation really. There’s also reference books. And references to old things. Meh. Can’t think of much today.

Posted By Alice On 01.06.2013 @ 4:23 pm

That’s a lot. Love. I’m thinking of love now as an experience. One of the only things worth experiencing really. And experiencing things with the ones you love, that’s life. That’s what makes life worth it.

Posted By Alice On 01.05.2013 @ 8:40 pm

Mags. I’m just thinking about Mags. And how’s she’s changed. How her beliefs are changing her. How she’s all about God now, which is wonderful, except it’s making her a bit shut off to the world. Lord. Lord bring my best friend back to me. I don’t know what to do. I miss her.

Posted By Alice On 01.04.2013 @ 9:57 pm

I was placed in the most visible spot in the room. I knew it was purposefully, this was a way of intimidating me into complying with their demands. What they didn’t know is that my placement also meant that my sister would be able to find me easily. She moved through the crowd, slowly yet careful to fit in. The band was loud, the lights were nearly blinding me. I hadn’t slept in a few days, or weeks, time didn’t seem to exist anymore. It was one long string of events leading to the moment of my death.

Posted By alice On 01.03.2013 @ 8:10 pm

this instant right away no time we to wast do it now not time at all do it now

Posted By alice On 12.26.2012 @ 7:16 pm

realick not real spuprising unknow not sure hotmantle project

Posted By alice On 12.23.2012 @ 2:11 pm

scattered is lost and messy. nice to say. clean to say. lonely? but not really.

Posted By alice On 12.22.2012 @ 11:03 am

Determined. Undermined. Layman’s terms. I am free writing. I have wanted to do something like this for weeks, when my brain is in this sort of state. I fly out of my own state and go to a world where I can do something better. I am determined to find the state where I can eat purple sugar-paper flowers and candy skulls daily and snack on vegan treats while a lover and I touch fingertips. I used to call it a Francesca Lia Block world, from her books. I would still love to live in one.

Posted By Alice On 12.12.2012 @ 7:10 pm

I presently presenetably present my present to you. The present I would like to present is a presentation. I presently present the presence of present tence is the presenter’s presentation of the present. When presented, the present is represented as having a different presence in the presentees versus the presentor’s imagination, that is to say, the present is misrepresented in the presentee’s present view since It has not yet been opened, while in the presentor’s present, it is overrrepresented because he knows what present is present under all that wrapping. In a way, the presentor’s present view of the present is the presentees future view of the very same present. Thus, for the presentee, the present becomes overmisrepresented whereas for the presentor, it is undermisrepresented. In conclusion, when presented presentably and represented undermisrepresentably, the presence of the present represents the mooost wonderful tiiime of the yeeear!

Posted By Alice On 12.10.2012 @ 9:22 pm