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Get me out of this flat wasteland. I can’t stand seeing the same thing for hours on end. Drive me to the city, or the mountains, or the ocean. Anything other that this drab, endless place.

Posted By Carter On 02.13.2013 @ 4:29 pm

I claim you. You claim me. What are claims? What defines them? All you can do is claim something, not much else, so why waste your time?

Posted By Carter On 02.06.2013 @ 6:48 pm

Are there any other words besides think? Or is that the word of the day? Will someone please answer my questions? I beg of thee. I am so lost. I’ve written three completely different stories about think already. When do i get a new word? OH times up

Posted By Carter On 02.05.2013 @ 8:23 pm

Thinking. About. You. That’s all I can do. You can’t stop me. It’s been going on for too long. There’s nothing you can do about it. There’s no on off button that will magically erase you from my memory. That’s not how it works. Hate to break it to you, but no. You’re stuck.

Posted By Carter On 02.05.2013 @ 8:21 pm

Who is society to tell us what is right and wrong, what is good or bad, what we should or should not do? We are society. We have created all of the stereotypes and wrong assumptions that we all hate so much. It is us. We are the problem. To change society, we much first change ourselves.

Posted By Carter On 02.12.2013 @ 6:21 pm

I want to learn. The world is full of never ending possibilities to learn, pick a place and begin. Why limit yourself to just one?

Posted By Carter On 02.11.2013 @ 5:04 pm

In west philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground’s where I spent most of my days, chillin’ out, maxin’ relaxin’ all cool, and all shootin some b-ball outside of school, when a couple of guys, who were up to no good startin making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared -she said ‘You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air’

Posted By Carter On 02.10.2013 @ 8:12 pm

Ancient walls made up of ancient stones, ancient hearts made up of ancient love.

Posted By Carter On 02.09.2013 @ 1:45 pm

Balloons. Balloons of every colour- red, blue, green, orange – floated up into the azure sky. Floating on the gentle west wind, they drifted to places unknown. Far below, the hundreds of tiny people held their hands up to their eyes, shielding them from the blinding sun. Wishes flew with the balloons. Wishes of children, of adults, of those happy and of those sad.

Posted By Carter On 04.27.2012 @ 8:57 pm

My wagon was a R0B0T that love R0CK

Posted By carter On 02.02.2012 @ 6:34 am

My mom pushed me in my “WAGON”

Posted By Carter On 02.02.2012 @ 6:29 am

the beehive made me koo koo when it fell on my head and i was 5?

Posted By carter On 01.26.2012 @ 7:38 am

i got honey from my dad’s beehive and i sold it to my deer run brothers best friend famlie

Posted By carter On 01.26.2012 @ 7:35 am

The sound of a deep male voice.

Posted By Carter On 01.17.2012 @ 12:01 am

Right now, everything feels intense. Intense describes my life. I wake up every morning with intense feelings of guilt, regret, remorse. Intense amounts of longing and scaredness that we’ll never be right again. I fucking miss you and love you. And all these feelings bottled up is too intense for me so I just break down. What else am I supposed to do? I don’t really know how to continue on without you.

Posted By Carter On 06.23.2011 @ 8:38 am

When I was five and I visited my grandparents at an assisted living home there was a very old man in a wheelchair in the lobby. I went over to him, and with ernesty asked, “are you dying?” My parents hushed me and apologized to the man. But as I looked back at him he smiled and winked.

Posted By carter On 05.16.2011 @ 2:53 pm

The eyeliner ran down my face along with the darling tears I shed that night. If it was possible, I felt even more ugly than I have ever been before.

Posted By Carter On 05.05.2011 @ 5:04 pm

He was my dinosaur. Rawr. He looked at me with solid eyes and a cold heart. Rawr. My dinosaur. Rawr.

Posted By Carter On 05.03.2011 @ 5:32 pm

It is all I have. But the strength of my pride is such that I can not let it go, I will not let it go. My pride was never one to please, and my strength was never known to break.

Posted By carter On 04.06.2011 @ 11:11 am

There was a simple time once. We wrote letter and said prayers. We told stories to our children, sitting by a roaring fire to keep the cold and sickness at bay. We were dirty and sick, we were helpless and stupid. But what are we now that we weren’t then?

Posted By carter On 03.27.2011 @ 9:24 am

We zoom long the coastline in his old car. The wind blows my hair away from my face and the sun welcomes it. It is so classic, so cliched, so perfect that it isn’t true.

Posted By carter On 03.27.2011 @ 9:22 am

apart of the foot and a type of shoe i think.

Posted By carter On 03.16.2011 @ 8:25 am

You’ve only go one word? really? That’s lame. Specifically, I’d like to see more words up here to ramble on about for a bit. Like sesquipedalian, that’s a word. Suck it.

Posted By Carter On 03.03.2011 @ 7:54 am

specific is a rather specific word. im not quite sure what to say about it, as it’s really just got nowhere to go. or it has one place to go, rather. and it’s specific and lame. so im just about out of time here.

Posted By Carter On 03.03.2011 @ 7:52 am

you never know what life is going to deal you. I opened my door that monday morning hungover and exhausted, I did not expect to find him on my doorstep more broken than even I was.

Posted By carter On 02.19.2011 @ 2:50 pm

Th girl could never really be happy, not with hair frizzy like wool and a world that would judge her. But the light of that summer day made her beautiful, and she clung to it like rope, holding on the the last precious tendrils as the sun slipped away.

Posted By carter On 02.16.2011 @ 5:38 pm

he promised to take care of me. But now I sit, cold and forgotten on the street. The thin torn wool of my jacket does nothing to keep away the cold, or the sorrow that he is not here.

Posted By carter On 02.16.2011 @ 5:36 pm

Falling crashing burning, down forget me. I wont let you. I am here for good and don’t you dare leave me. I am coming wait up, slow down. Don’t forget. Please, don’t forget me.

Posted By carter On 02.13.2011 @ 10:30 am

something that shows the time. you can also set it to wake you up in the morning. usually has an annoying beeping sound. you can plug your ipod into it, or you can just listen to the radio from it. it is very useful for a whole variety of reasons.

Posted By carter On 02.07.2011 @ 6:21 pm

The man was walking around paris with his rabbits. He looked quite ragged, but he was, in fact, the king of underwater empire “Allastia”. He was going to get some cupcakes for his visit with the prime minister of Egypt.

Posted By Carter On 01.10.2011 @ 11:53 pm