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the place where my blue cat toy sits in my car. a gift, from my gran.

Posted By Fran On 04.09.2013 @ 2:53 pm

if i were bleeding i would want to put a bandaid on my wound or i would want to go to the hospital to see a dr and have the would sutured. if i were bleeding i would not want to get blood all over the floor.

Posted By Fran On 02.26.2013 @ 5:55 pm

i once applied too much pressure to a lever and instead of lifting the object it broke and I hurt my hand badly, needling stitches

Posted By fran On 01.20.2013 @ 4:41 pm

Placed where? Placed what? I’ve never been placed in a place I felt local. But I belong where I am placed because wherever I am placed I am happy. I could be picked up, moved, and placed elsewhere, by a giant hand, and I would make the most of that new place. Wherever I am, this is the place.

Posted By Fran On 01.03.2013 @ 5:02 pm

i hate cooking. my uncle cooks dinner every night but complains that its unappreciated. when he cooks, he licks his hands and touches the food. if i have to eat his cooking, i cant watch while he makes is because ill loose my appetite.

Posted By fran On 12.02.2012 @ 10:16 am

What are they doing there by themselves No one else is around them but everyone is around them why can’t i know what they’re saying what are they saying what are they saying ew do i want to know what they’re saying nevermind i’ll go sit by myself by myself by myself

Posted By Fran On 11.08.2012 @ 2:39 pm

things in my head, thoughts of fear and future ahead, love, life, senitments, all at steak. Daring is going beyond your and everybodys limits. i am afraid of daring.

Posted By fran On 08.05.2012 @ 12:52 pm

it’s something that you are not expecting but catches you and you cant’t leave it anymore.

Posted By fran On 08.02.2012 @ 10:49 am

wow “minute”. thats a weird word because i only have one minute to write about the word minute. this seems to be very ironic for me and probably for everyone that got this word today. this surely is a strange world.

Posted By Fran On 06.22.2012 @ 2:17 pm

His voice was trembling, he never thougth he was going to be in that difficult situation. But that day, the sun didn`t rised to the mayor.

Posted By fran On 06.15.2012 @ 7:54 pm

a loud noise. also a piece of sports equipment that can be used to play tennis which is fitting given that the french open is on (well technically it’s just finished but i don’t know who’s won).

Posted By Fran On 06.10.2012 @ 3:05 pm

I remember the pattern of sunlight and dark shadow on the plazza rink as we sat there that day; the contrast of the bright and the dark echoed your words, remembering our joys, foreseeing our next good bye.

Posted By Fran On 03.15.2012 @ 5:21 pm

i have belief. i believe in religion, god and tht there is something out there waiting for us after our death. my belief with this is very strong. i believe that there is a place where all os the good people meet after their death. belief is a gift that you have to be born with.

Posted By Fran On 03.12.2012 @ 11:41 pm

sweat? I have no knowledge nor interest in sweat. Leave that to the men who kick balls and the day laborers in noon-day sun. As for me, I sit in the cool shade and sip my mimosa, and watch them…..one by one, passing in the too bright light.

Posted By Fran On 03.03.2012 @ 1:48 pm

cancer pain and suffering cancer wins: earthly friends lose

Posted By fran On 02.24.2012 @ 3:47 am

My home now is my shelter but I can remember a time when home did not exist. Somehow, the world had dropped it’s bottom, had dropped it’s sky….. had lost it’s meaning. I felt lost on the city streets.

Posted By Fran On 02.18.2012 @ 11:16 am

I remember our picnics from the old days in the city of Los Angeles. The outdoors always drew our family to the city parks and I will always remember the smells, the feel of the sun, and the comfort of close family.

Posted By Fran On 02.16.2012 @ 12:27 pm

oooh i miss this! i love flirting. it makes me feel alive and happy! Flirting doesn’t mean you wanna bed the person you’re flirting with, it means you have found an awesome connection with someone, of either sex, and the banter is rolling like a peach! Flirting is my fave.

Posted By Fran On 02.15.2012 @ 3:54 pm

something stupid, something that doesn’t make sense, that’s what is dense. Is it a person, yes. A person is dense. Especially people around me. Most of them are dense. My waist is dense. My head feels dense. I am dense too. Why am I dense? You ask. I am dense because I failed to see the beauty in the word dense. That’s why I am dense. That’s the only reason why. Dense makes no sense. I make no sense. Therefore I am dense.

This is a stupid exercise. Who am I writing this for? Is it for dense people? Is it for dense people like myself? Dense just doesn’t make sense, you know. Hence, I shall end it here. It’s too dense to continue writing. When is the one minute up? This seems like the longest minute to write about a word, especially the word dense. Dense doesn’t make sense. OK, I think this is much longer than a minute so I’m going to be dense and give up right here and now. Time is up but the browser doesn’t block you from writing???

Posted By fran On 09.28.2011 @ 8:48 pm

rain, things that fall onto your head the umbrella keeps them from hitting you she’s selfish, for she receives the ugly things instead to you. she’s nice, colourful and happy even though we used it on ugly and grey days like this one. i love umbrellas, they’re nice to us.

Posted By fran On 08.24.2011 @ 2:40 pm

i want to succeed in life, but i have no idea what i’m going to succeed in… succeed at all. things i want to do no one has been successful in. it’s a pretty rough spot to be in. why is success such a great thing? what measures success? i’ve seen quotes that say “it’s if you’ve changed some one’s life” but thats corny. i hope it’s not money, i think a lot of ppl think it is.

Posted By Fran On 08.17.2011 @ 10:44 pm

repeat and pete? those two guys are so irrelevant. i don’t even know who they are… why do people even say repeat? like, wait. repeat. is to start over, again and again. good songs are things i like to put on repeat, especially when they are super catchy! but it’s pete and repeat, not repeat and pete. i was wrong to say that. pete and repeat are two retards.

Posted By fran On 08.16.2011 @ 6:20 pm

You are so mean. You make people feel like crap and you don’t give a damn, because you feel “good” with yourself but you hurt other people.

Posted By Fran On 07.10.2011 @ 2:05 pm

I dream I was dead. I was in my funeral. No, it was yours, but I feel that when you are not here, I´m not here. What I feel about us, I will never feel with anyone, maybe for some time. I will be born again, maybe a funeral is the “pre” to be born. Maye we need to die to live. Maybe, I just enjoy about being.

Posted By fran On 06.12.2011 @ 9:53 am

As she stood outside the door of the door of the trailer, Doris vowed it was just temporary. A place to call home till she could get back on her feet.

Posted By fran On 04.27.2011 @ 9:49 am

i was puzzled today by my own thoughts about myself. Who have i thought myself to be over my past seventeen years of life and how has my sudden shift in perspective changed how I view all of that.

Posted By Fran On 04.24.2011 @ 7:51 pm

people fear foreign. I love it. Language culture whatever. its scary I guess but you get over that and forget your world and emmerse yourself in someone esle’s. learn a new language. say a gibberish word that paints a picture in someones mind. foreign isnt all so bad with the right attitude. why would you spell it like that? eign? whatever. I don’t like foreign food, for the most part. sorry. biased palette.

Posted By Fran On 04.21.2011 @ 6:30 pm

A bookshelf is something that is usually placed on or against a wall. It is used to hold books when they are not in use. Why the hell am I having to write about a bookshelf. They are usually pretty useful. Not only books are placed on them. I like to paint them different colors to make them pretty.

Posted By Fran On 04.11.2011 @ 1:03 pm

strength can be physical or mental. some people can be physically weak, but mentally strong, or visa versa. Strength can be in the form of a bull, or in the form of a body builder. I remember watching worlds strongest man and seeing him pull a lorry, thinking wow, that must take some strenth.

Posted By fran On 04.05.2011 @ 12:43 pm

I dreamed of teh day when I could call myself a success. I tried to shake off the memories of all of my past failures but it was hard. They sucked at my feet and ankles like so much muck and mire, dragging me down, holdingme back. Now I ust wanted to be free. I stared up into the blue sky and imagined the feeling of freedom that the butterflies and birds experienced. I dreamed of a day when I could join them.

Posted By Fran On 04.05.2011 @ 7:51 am