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everyone is just a half of themselves.. they say you have to find the other half of your heart.. i guess… with love…and perhaps destiny..you will.. xD

Posted By andy On 09.30.2011 @ 5:59 am

it is darkness in that slidetower the screams are never heard she’s only seven forgotten by most she’s seen by only a bird. The playground is a scary place to be, at night.

Posted By Andy On 09.27.2011 @ 5:11 pm

*SIREN>”REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILLThank you for participating in our drill, be sure to grab your bags and head to the nearest exit, Once again thank you for flying Air Apocalypse.”

Posted By Andy On 09.19.2011 @ 1:00 pm

I put money into it. Some people don’t have one. Others do. When I think of something I use this word to call upon it. A lot of people do this for a living. I can remember when I was young at my family’s cottage on Lake Michigan. One summer, there was a terrible fish kill. I have a fond memory of watching my younger sister chuck dead fish over her shoulder as she enjoyed the cold, fresh water. I have a lot of memories from that cottage. Whether it was the Thanksgiving prayer my mother gave after her and my father’s divorce after 25 years of marriage, me getting caught by my dad getting high in the garage, or discovering the old set of lawn darts in the corner of the garage, they all remind me of being at the cottage.

Posted By andy On 09.14.2011 @ 11:17 pm

I missed my dad and i missed turning in my homework. I missed going to school during the summer, missed has many meanings, I can miss an appointment or miss a person or miss specific events. I missed the ball at a softball game.

Posted By Andy On 08.19.2011 @ 10:29 pm

the thing was right there glowing green eyes chewing and like a large rabbit because it was dark and deer have dubious manners. they

Posted By andy On 08.19.2011 @ 10:29 am

off of the train. Into a new world. Out into the great unknown. The next one. The last one. The forgotten one. Skip one. Take one back. A father, a mother, a sister, a brother.

Posted By Andy On 07.31.2011 @ 6:23 am

I’m having a child with the man I love, we know that this would happen, but we weren’t ready.

Posted By Andy On 07.09.2011 @ 2:31 pm

i wish i had chores. my house is in chaos, everything is dirty. I don’t know how we can live like this. maybe chores would fix my house. maybe chores would fix my family. ive given up cleaning and ive given up on my dad.

Posted By andy On 07.08.2011 @ 11:55 pm

All these feelingsstem from thoughts im not willing to accept. WHy cant I just tellmyself the truth about why I feel the way I do. I say I am sad and I dont know why, really I am sad and I know exactly why. I just dont want to admit that you are who makes me sad. If I could just let myself believe it, maybe I could tell you, but then again, I feel like I may be making myself believe it. DO I know why i feel this way or are allthe ideas just I have just educated guesses?

Posted By Andy On 07.05.2011 @ 11:27 pm

The crane sat there, staring at our car. The music played as it kept her awake. The popping of our firecrackers and bottle rockets must have terrified the poor thing. I wanted to go see if it was okay… but then… it stopped.

Posted By Andy On 07.03.2011 @ 11:33 am

time is ageless. we are part of history and we make history. Are we history, or do we create it? Why can we read about it and never see ourselves in it? We are as much a part of history as we are alive. It is a concept that should become reality in our existence, in the present.

Posted By Andy On 06.24.2011 @ 10:16 am

I wish I could predict what will happen to me. Am I ever going to be content with everything? I doubt it. Sometimes I wish I could find out. But I know that finding out would have bad effects. I wouldn’t learn anything. I need to live life the way it is supposed to be lived, without knowing what will happen.

Posted By Andy On 06.20.2011 @ 5:11 pm

I embraced the pain. The cool tingle contaminated my mind. I hate my life sometimes. But i try my best. I try to be happy and calm. nothing seems to work. So I just to accept it. I just had to.

Posted By Andy On 06.14.2011 @ 1:02 am

“Arise,” I said, cackling maniacly.

He did so slowly, blinking away the sleepiness that comes with a long sleep in a metamorphosis chamber. He did not look physically different from when he went in, but there was something about his eyes that seemed more intense. More powerful. More there.

Posted By Andy On 06.10.2011 @ 10:58 pm

Behind the corner is where he lies. He is always there. Sneaking upon me. Entering my mind. He is always trying to steal my life from me. I was just a little girl. He was a teenage boy. Why did he do what he did to me?

Posted By Andy On 06.08.2011 @ 5:58 pm

Forgetting.

Where to start? Love. Hurt. Some things are never forgotten.

But we have to move on.

We have to live for the future.

Sometimes you just have to let go.

So it goes. So it goes. So it goes.

Posted By Andy On 06.07.2011 @ 7:13 pm

Pirate radio in the 60′s. Started the music scene we know today. But today there are too many adverts and it’s all about money. Music is a second class citizen on the radio.

Posted By Andy On 06.03.2011 @ 1:45 pm

He always kept a backpack full of emergency rations and equipment. Not the sort of emergency rations you would need for a hurricane, or a tornado, but rather the sort of rations you would need if your own government turned against you, and you had to go live off of the woods.

They all thought he was crazy, until the apocalypse came. But by then, they were all dead.

Posted By Andy On 06.01.2011 @ 9:48 pm

A montage of training flashed before his eyes, and it was done. It was literally like watching a Rocky movie.

“Woah.” He said. “I know kung fu.”

“I will kill you,” she replied, “Keanu Reeves quotes are not permitted and you know that.”

He grinned mischievously. “Still, that was pretty awesome.”

Posted By Andy On 06.01.2011 @ 12:21 am

The darkest feeling. You awake to the smell of stagnant water and the metallic taste of your own blood. Chunks of your hair lay somewhere in front of your face, which is planted to the wet ground.

Posted By Andy On 05.28.2011 @ 6:54 pm

I like sitting in a restaurant booth with my girlfriend and order fries with mayo. We both sit on the same side of the both and feed each other. A nice way to spend a Sunday.

Posted By Andy On 05.25.2011 @ 9:30 am

Thief of Time, she called herself. I could hardly believe it, if I hadn’t seen her do it myself. Stole an entire century of time, and stuck it right in her pocket.

Abstract concepts were apparently no problem for her kleptomaniac fingers. She just grabbed it from out of the air, turned it into a marble, and stuck it in her pocket.

Posted By Andy On 05.24.2011 @ 10:47 am

Thief, they called her. As though it was thievery to steal to feed your family. What was she supposed to do? And it’s not like she made a habit of it. She usually paid quite well. Well, by that I mean that she paid the price they posted. But the point is, she didn’t steal.

But today was not an ordinary day. When the sky turns red and all the tall buildings fall down, she thought, exceptions should be made.

Posted By Andy On 05.24.2011 @ 12:05 am

The styrofoam they use to package things? What do you package styrofoam in when you make styrofoam? I mean, I know there’s packing peanuts, but why would you buy someone else’s packing product to package your packing product? Or do you make your own packing peanuts? But then wouldn’t you wanna open a whole ‘nother company to make more money?

Posted By andy On 04.22.2011 @ 1:15 pm

the room is bathed is a varying degree of acoustic delights. i anxiously await your entrance with baited breath. finally, you arrive. the moment i’ve dreamed of for far longer than i would like. you seductively approach me, my eyes fixed upon your every move. you embrace me and i say your name, d… you put your fingers over my mouth and stop me before i can even finish. shhhh, you say. i close my eyes and reach for your hand, only to find nothing but a dream once again. i long for your touch to come to fruition, to no longer be a dream. one day, the dream becomes three dimensional.

Posted By Andy On 04.19.2011 @ 2:26 am

whiskey is an alcohol that older men tend to drink. when i think of whiskey i think of an older gentleman with a beard pulling it out of his desk and pouring some in celebration of a business deal that had just gone through. it is very strong tasting and burns the throat. i think the only reason older people like it is that their taste buds have become desensitized over the years, and they now they prefer really strong thing they can actually taste.

Posted By Andy On 04.17.2011 @ 11:38 pm

when congregating with my group of friends, hysterical situations often ensue. alcohol is often involved, but i am usually the sober one of the group. not that i don’t enjoy a beer or three, but i don’t drink to get drunk. i drink to get a buzz then work to keep the buzz till it’s time to drive home. would be a perfect situation if not for a certain someone being absent from the festivities.

Posted By Andy On 04.14.2011 @ 4:21 pm

why do you treat me with such disrespect? what do I ever do to deserve it? I love you, and you hang up and insult me. I exert effort, but you show only indifference. I interrupt my sleep to talk with you, but you call me an idiot and tell me I’m dumb. you evoke such severe emotions from me, and yet I seem to evoke mostly frustration and irritation from you. sometimes I get love, but I mostly walk on egg shells so I don’t fuck and say something dumb. why do I put up with this when all I want is to love you, and for you to love me? all I want is respect and appreciation for my efforts, but I feel you treat me like Sean treats you. I love you, but I hate the way you treat me sometimes. because its just plain unfair…

Posted By Andy On 04.13.2011 @ 11:53 am

I don’t have one. I wish I did. My dad’s gonna make me one–said it’ll be his summer project. I have so many books; over 500. I can’t wait to see how it’ll end up. It’s gonna be really pretty, I know.

Posted By Andy On 04.11.2011 @ 1:46 pm