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Flex a muscle. Flex your mind. Then exert the power that comes behind, That one little action, that can change the world A new discovery, an Olympic time. Flex a muscle. Flex your mind.

Posted By Anna On 09.07.2012 @ 4:08 pm

i have seen many miracles in my life. God healed my spine that was broken and meant i would walk normally again. I don’t often acknowledge it but he has saved my life and that is a miracle in itself. He is my world and that has been the biggest miracle.

Posted By Anna On 09.03.2012 @ 5:14 pm

It was amazing. It was astounding. It was I don’t even know. People keep talking about it asking, “Is that…?!” I’m like “yeah.” I barely even know what to do with it. A part of me is like “no big deal,” but really it is. How can dispute it’s brilliance? I might never see something like this again. I can only cherish the memory now, and hope to God that this isn’t the end.

Posted By Anna On 09.03.2012 @ 2:37 pm

She flicked absentmindedly at the pages, running her fingers over each sharp edge and laid her eyes over every overly made up and perfect looking model, sighed, and wondered at the tragedy of how she would never look like any of them

Posted By Anna On 08.29.2012 @ 2:59 am

She flipped through the magazine hoping for some kind of relief from the disconnection she was feeling. Although she was just sitting on a bus it was like she was in some kind of fucked up force field world where every person’s thoughts on that bus were zooming in and out of her consciousness. “It’s okay, I’m normal, I’m just sitting on a bus having weird thoughts.” She thought back to yesterday and how stoned out of her mind she’d gotten. “Maybe I can’t do that anymore, maybe it’s fucking with my perception of reality. But do I even want to be in this reality? Can’t I just live my own?” The skinny girls in the magazine looked up at her, begging for feelings of jealousy or shallowness. It just wasn’t there. All that was in her head were the millions of connections between where she was now and where she had been and could go. She wasn’t attached to the drama of her bullshit life anymore. So why do it? Why concern herself with getting out of bed every morning? Then she thought of Adam. And the way he smiled as she hurriedly did up her black bra yesterday. And how he’d taken a drag and blown smoke out the window and into the universe.

Posted By Anna On 08.28.2012 @ 11:47 am

I refuse to let myself go. I refuse to be like all the others. I refuse to let someone get in the way of my dreams. I refuse to let you tell me what to do. I refuse to let you get the best of me. I refuse. Refuse.

Posted By Anna On 08.27.2012 @ 4:50 pm

don’t think just write is a interesting thing to think about, I’m on my side. this word is hardley influencing me at all. when they say don’t think just write do they mean about the word? I want to write about other things. I love words but they don’t come easy.

Posted By Anna On 08.24.2012 @ 11:09 am

half of the cake was gone and Martha didn’t quite know how to feel about it. It was her birthday and by hell she was expecting more than only HALF her cake! She then decided to find out through a process of elimination the cul

Posted By Anna On 08.21.2012 @ 6:44 pm

blast party fun meeting people music drinks joy

Posted By anna On 08.20.2012 @ 8:23 am

Zone. I think of my mom’s chore schedule when I was younger, she divided our entire house into “zone’s” and we each had a designated area to clean. I also think of how Justin teases me for saying “zoned out” whenever my eyes unfocus on my surroundings.

Posted By Anna On 08.17.2012 @ 10:08 am

She was in the zone, ready. Ready to go, the ball poised in her hands as she stood on the line. The cheering, the rage, the voices of everyone else around her tuned at as she stood and stared at the ring. A swish, she could do it, she had to do it. Her team mates watched on as she stood, it was a split second to them but to her it was eternity. She pushed out her hands and let go.

Posted By Anna On 08.17.2012 @ 3:43 am

I was there, in the rink. I was focused on the goal, my hands shaking with anticipation. There was nobody there but me, and the line. I got into position, and heard the buzzer. Everything was… nothing. I was in the zone.

Posted By Anna On 08.15.2012 @ 8:46 pm

zone is a word that comes repeatedly in my life. People seem to think that zones suround us, and from which we cannot escape. I would like to escape and live my life beyond boundarys, although i don’t know exacly what I would do, I would do something amazing

Posted By Anna On 08.15.2012 @ 2:13 pm

She’s in the zone. She can do this. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. She *can* do this. She opens up the door, about to walk in when suddenly there’s a large crash.

Posted By Anna On 08.15.2012 @ 2:09 pm

Banks. River Banks. Blood Banks. Food Banks. Flock. People. To the banks.

Posted By Anna On 08.14.2012 @ 2:20 am

Yeah, I have no idea what this word means.

Posted By Anna On 08.08.2012 @ 1:08 pm

i want to dye my hair for a reason. i want some color in it; a splash of green in a mostly black world. or a splash of blue. blue’s cool too. i want bright, obnoxious clothes for the same reason. i want to be me, not who somebody wants me to be. but with my parents that it so challenging. in this world, making a statement is challenging.

Posted By Anna On 07.26.2012 @ 2:21 pm

Do not actuallu know, you see I am from Sweden …. Makes me think about someone putting the arm around somebodys shoulders … I think it seems cozy. It could have something with money to do also. Like poker game

Posted By Anna On 07.24.2012 @ 12:42 pm

the top layer of the cake. the sweet finishing touch. everybody’s favorite topping. sweet, tart, sugary. sugar rush. mold into different objects for fun. different varieties.

Posted By Anna On 07.23.2012 @ 10:34 am

That was the icing on the cake. “Just once more, and then we’re done.” Just once. You will use me ONCE more and then you’ll throw me out like trash for the last time. Just what I needed today.

Posted By Anna On 07.22.2012 @ 3:44 pm

the recent suspects of my insomnia are, i dont know what im doing with my life, i have no idea how im gonna move on from the big pile of nothing that my life has been for the last 4 years. i need inspiration and power of will… i have none. i dont know if i need help.

Posted By Anna On 07.20.2012 @ 11:20 pm

“We have several suspects.” The detective explained, shuffling the papers on his cluttered desk. “Is there one that you’re more… er, suspicious about than the others?” I asked hopefully. He sighed. “We’ll tell you when we have a lead, Miss. I promise.”

Posted By Anna On 07.20.2012 @ 5:03 pm

decorations, to me, is 3 dimensional. there are the glittery christmas baubles, and also those who adorn your life with wonder and life- your friends, your family, your pets! those who decorate your life, to me, are the true sparkles. decorate others too!

Posted By Anna On 07.17.2012 @ 9:05 am

My adviser spoke very clearly about the costs and time commitments to proceed with writing a novel. Our time together was well spent. I am considering writing my memoirs in the future.

Posted By Anna On 07.11.2012 @ 4:06 pm

The turbine swirled. Quickly and violently. Mark held on for his dear life as he promised himself that he would not let the force over power him. He would make it out. He would see his Rose again. His darling Rose. He just needed the strength.

Posted By Anna On 07.09.2012 @ 2:25 pm

A bucket of memories. That’s what my mind feels like sometimes. Just stuff and stuff and more stuff, slimy and dirty and slippery, all crammed together in a little space, with no choice but to sit there in my head and never go away. If you put old trash in a bucket and eave it by the back door, it won’t disappear. It’ll just sit there, for months, getting smellier and more unpleasant to deal with every day you choose to ignore it. That’s what the things in my brain are like. They can’t simply go away, leave, hide in some forgotten corner. Everything always has to float back up.

Posted By Anna On 07.09.2012 @ 5:23 am

it’is funny cz its OVER and ALL but it doesnt really cover everything Barney slept with an old woman with it ^that was because he took it as a challenge It isnt easily worn in India It’s best in blue and in denim

Posted By Anna On 07.08.2012 @ 10:37 am

I haven’t worn overalls since I was a kid. I think I was worried back then that they were dorky. Now I wish I could wear them and look normal. So, it would seem that perhaps I am still worried about looking dorky. Rolled up at the bottoms, one shoulder strap hanging off – a strand of hair in my face as I’m working in the garden. Yes, overalls.

Posted By Anna On 07.07.2012 @ 11:08 pm

Science, I used to believe was a some what tricky subject for me to learn. There is such a wide variety in this area of knowledge, there is biology,chemistry and Physics. The most interesting one i

Posted By Anna On 07.05.2012 @ 6:02 pm

The railroad stretched for miles upon miles. No matter how far she looked, it continued. Did it ever stop? As she walked along the tracks, she wondered what would be at the end, if there was one.

Posted By Anna On 07.03.2012 @ 6:55 pm