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I would like to make art with a loom and I really like cats. Maybe I should just go ahead and eat some chicken strips. Or tenders. Loom? What do you mean by ‘loom’? huh? It this a trick question? Loom. Loom. LOOOOooooOOoOOoOOooooOOOoooooom. Loom. What do you know, kids?

Posted By Eva On 05.10.2013 @ 5:27 pm

Everyone wants to simplify their lives, their work, their emotions, their options, everything. But we can never simplify it. We have to accept that life is always going to be complicated, no matter what we do to change that. Because we can’t change it. It will only make things even more complicated than we want.

Posted By Eva On 05.08.2013 @ 1:56 pm

Don’t let anyone else be the director but you. This is your choice.

Posted By eva On 03.12.2013 @ 9:39 pm

He sat in the cave waiting. Waiting for someone, something, to save him from himself. As he sat he began to speak to himself, the cave’s walls made his voice echo, giving the illusion of multiple people.

Posted By Eva On 02.24.2013 @ 1:16 am

sure i’ll do that i used to think this word was wierd but then i started using it and i like it yup. so.. sure sure sure . sure that ‘s what one direction says alot. uh huh of course yep yes that’s what the words mean

Posted By eva On 12.30.2012 @ 11:02 pm

I stir and stir the soup, with delicious smells coming up from the great pot. I smell my work coming out and (of course) all the spices. I chop up the chicken and toss it in and stir even more.

Posted By Eva On 12.16.2012 @ 10:50 am

it’s on the top of a house. pitter patter pitter patter. rain drops falling down. shingles. laid over one another. shelter. no rain falls into the house. protection. hail. weather proof. leaks.

Posted By Eva On 12.06.2012 @ 7:40 pm

“It was a local restaurant and nothing special, but it was popular amongst the townspeople,” she started out. Everyone was already bored.

“It ends with the townspeople in pies, doesn’t it? Like Sweeney Todd?”

“No,” she said with a knife behind her back, “It ends with you.”

Posted By eva On 11.26.2012 @ 12:14 pm

“Soon,” said the message on her door — written in the blood of birds. She shrieked and wept, not realizing the threat was a message from herself.

Posted By eva On 11.25.2012 @ 11:45 am

They found him dead in the library, paled with a terrified look in his gaping eyes. A grimoire lay close to him amidst the eerie silence of sleeping books.

Posted By eva On 11.24.2012 @ 9:25 pm

It lived in a square black box, all taped up and sealed. “A monster,” one of the Uniforms said. He was jailed and promptly executed. “Yes, a monster.” They thought, but they knew it would be opened soon.

Posted By eva On 11.24.2012 @ 5:26 am

She received the package in a black box on Wednesday. She couldn’t understand who could’ve sent it or why, but she felt a deep anxiety over it. She unwrapped the red ribbon and lifted the lid to see a dozen dead flowers, rotted and sad. Who could’ve sent this?

She died Friday under mysterious circumstances.

Posted By eva On 11.20.2012 @ 8:32 pm

Employees, business and intelligence. Hard working and hardly paid the amount that they’re due. Always diligent and under appreciated that’s what we employees are. Door mats to society. Wipe your feet on us on the way in.

Posted By Eva On 11.15.2012 @ 2:18 pm

I have spent 16 years living in a hopeless small country. I have spent my whole life with people who didn’t understand me. Now that I turned 18 I have some options to change that. But do I really want this?

Posted By Eva On 11.11.2012 @ 5:23 am

They are far too concerned with themselves. How can they think when all they see is themselves., Think of others, think of concepts. This will be the key to your embittered freedom. Kill time with the best of them. Do it now. Do it fast. Think for YOURSELF.

Posted By Eva On 11.09.2012 @ 9:36 am

Ancient is a type of history usually forgotten about due to enormous changes since.

Posted By Eva On 02.10.2013 @ 6:33 am

Teeth are weird. Sometimes they can be crooked, they can be yellow and they can be perfect; they’re really pretty when they’re perfect. I don’t have perfect teeth. I use to have braces but I hated them so much. At least now they’re off and I can enjoy my corrected teeth.

Posted By Eva On 10.22.2012 @ 8:41 am

A male lion in the Serengeti. “Muevete!” An angry father yelling at his three year son. An arm around her waist.

Posted By Eva On 10.09.2012 @ 1:39 pm

What a small word for something so big. critical mass. massive. amass Mass.

Posted By Eva On 10.08.2012 @ 1:45 pm

Cheap imitation. What words have we for something as complex as /happiness/? Our world is bounded by our stunted vocabulary. McDonald’s happy-meal toys Elmo, Sesame Street smiles. Toothy grin.

Posted By Eva On 10.07.2012 @ 11:30 pm

How many times do I have to tell you? I like things just one way. My husband looks at me and cringes. He knows my bit. There is a stain on the counter. He leans down and … licks it. I scream. He laughs. Hilarity sets in as the chase begins. Kiss me! He yells. I scream again. Who knows how long that stain has been there.

Posted By Eva On 10.03.2012 @ 11:26 am

popciles. I was thinking about them before this came on and I’m taking this as a SIGN that I should eat them. Which means I must procure them! Ah, the genius. This is really nerve wracking I feel like i’m in a timed exam and I’m not pleased. I’m really nervous I’m gonna trip and break my teeth tonight. AHHH

Posted By Eva On 10.01.2012 @ 9:14 pm

Salvation. I’ll be cliched and say that you were my salvation, you saved me from a multitude of tiny deaths.

Posted By Eva On 08.30.2012 @ 5:34 am

I’ve been trying to refuse you for sometimes, out of my mind out of my though but they swirl and chase like a pulling current and you are right in the middle begging me back with looks and sighs. You’ll be the end of me I know but refusing you is something I could never do.

Posted By Eva On 08.27.2012 @ 3:53 pm

We’re all made of carbon right? It’s the building block element of everything isn’t it. I’m not quite sure, but lets say it is – lets say that that’s what it is. Everything starts with carbon, and even everything ends it goes into making everything else. Circle of life and all that jazz but it’s nice, it’s nice to think that the parts of me and the parts of you are made from the same thing, we’re cut from the same bone (which incidentally is also made of carbon) and that when I’m over here and you’re over there it’s all just carbon, everything in between is just carbon and I think it makes me feel better because it’s like there isn’t actually 120 miles between us, there aren’t towns and cities and sheep and people and busses and cars. It’s just carbon

Posted By Eva On 08.26.2012 @ 2:08 pm

I want to know where to go from here. I want to know it will be alright. I want basic things. Safety. Love. Happiness and health for me and my daughter. Financial security. A start to my career, after all the hard work. These are basic wants, but everyone should have these things. Why is it so hard sometimes? No one should want for necessities, and I know I already have a lot. I just want what I would give everyone if I could.

Posted By Eva On 08.14.2012 @ 10:09 pm

People write texts in cellphones when they want to send messages to each other . The words are so often abbreviated – do we speak like this to each other in our normal conversations? Hey mte, wats da haps? I guess we do.

Posted By Eva On 08.10.2012 @ 5:45 pm

My grandma died two years ago. Her birthday should have been days ago, and i was the only one to forget. i saw my dad open a bag with a dying dog inside. A puppy. I think that describes how i felt when i lost my grandma. That’s how loss makes me feel. Like a dying puppy in a bag, ran over by a car and thrown away like trash, but still breathing… Still breathing.

Posted By Eva On 07.31.2012 @ 5:05 am

He thought of something foggy and incoherent about being sent to the principal’s office -again- as he tightened the noose. His mother crying somewhere. Not as much as him. He thought of the blood on his desk as he kicked the chair out from below his feet and struggled to breathe one last time.

Posted By Eva On 07.30.2012 @ 7:48 am

There is something somewhat sexual in seeing a girl chewing gum. I think it’s about the way the mouth moves, although i think only i could ever find something that involves so much chewing sexual in any way. I hate the noise, but i like the sight. A friend once asked me why i would watch her chewing gum with my hands over my ears and i could only blush and laugh.

Posted By Eva On 07.26.2012 @ 3:29 am