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yarn olivia …. she paints with flawless features and the needle pulls the thread like a dog gentely galloping behind the leash apainting…. a picutre… a simple and gracious imagination its beautiful and flawless and fearless and something i wish i could have its petite and simple and lovable.

Posted By Grace On 08.15.2011 @ 5:47 pm

Thread is used to mend, to create, to darn a sock, to connect a web. It comes in all colors and for all purposes. My clothing is made of thread, fine sheets too. In other countries, it may only be one thread though, barely holding a community together, barely creating enough clothing.

Posted By Grace On 08.15.2011 @ 5:32 pm

Punishment is not having enough milk for your cereal. Punishment is when your legs drag on the ground on a playground swing that is too long. When you realize that you aren’t a kid anymore. Who deserves to feel that way? To feel short changed? Who deserves cereal only slightly wet?

Posted By Grace On 08.14.2011 @ 11:03 pm

I hate punishment but sometimes it is goOd. Not all people like this treatment.

Posted By Grace On 08.14.2011 @ 2:11 pm

I wish I was near to you. I love you and I am better when you are around. You make me a better person, and a happy person.

Posted By Grace On 08.13.2011 @ 9:00 pm

I thought I knew it. But if course it was different from why I anticipated. Never thought that the answer would hurt so much. I never thought I would cry. I never thought the truthful answer would make me laugh. But I smiled with my teeth, eyes, my heart, my mind. Answers from different perspectives vary. Perhaps thus triggers different reactions. Certainly something to ponder over.

Posted By Grace On 08.11.2011 @ 4:24 pm

Elastic rubber bands. The ability to stretch for great lengths. Not just physical but also emotional. To be flexible in with your schedule. Remember those silly gummi bracelets we wore?

Posted By Grace On 08.11.2011 @ 9:16 am

Pants. I never knew they were so important until now. Furthermore, I never knew it was so important that they FIT. But now, as I stood in front of the committee, I wanted nothing more than to be wearing my favorite pair of slacks. For this skirt was unflattering, as my legs were a man’s legs. But I am no man.

Posted By Grace On 08.10.2011 @ 5:13 pm

brick a thick headed shtick whatever they nick of time but fine, you throw heavy artillery at the heads of my ideas trying to build up buildings and tear down power lines

Posted By grace On 08.09.2011 @ 9:56 am

Lock the boat, don’t lock the boat baby! Lock the boat, don’t tip the boat over. Lock your doooooors and hide yo’ kids, hide yo’ wives.

Posted By Grace On 08.05.2011 @ 8:43 pm

There are many levels in life… Wether it be levels of a video game, levels of a relationship, or levels of growth and aging. Levels can be seen everywhere you go.

Posted By Grace On 08.03.2011 @ 9:02 pm

A root is smething that holds you to the ground. For a tree that’s literal but for humans, roots keep us from floating off into the dangerous realms of dreaming and hold us to reality. Roots also have to do with family which makes sense because family is normally somthing that holds us in reality

Posted By Grace On 08.02.2011 @ 7:53 am

Roots lay in the earth’s ground, nourishing the plants and trees that they connect to with water and nutrients. Roots are good! Rootbeer is good too! I also think there is a store called ‘Root’?

Posted By Grace On 08.02.2011 @ 3:18 am

i am the root of the problem. today im packing my bags and getting out of here. ill no longer be the slut in the office that causes the memos. im getting rid of the baby and getting the fuck out of ohio. no longer a problem, leaving my roots.

Posted By Grace On 08.01.2011 @ 9:10 pm

Something with lightweight feathers glides through the night with graceful wings. Its eyes scan the forests, searching for unlucky prey. The feathers seem to whistle under the wind, yet no one hears a sound because owls are quiet, with their magestic wings.

Posted By Grace On 08.01.2011 @ 8:48 am

lighting. scary. sound. the cry of thunder. juliana when she was little, she made a poorly lit movie about the cry of thuder…it was cute. i miss her. or maybe im just bored. thats probably it. its been thunder storming a lot these packs weeks. when she comes home we are going to go to the beach,cause it will be sunny then. ill get a tan and she will wear a shirt cause she hates the sun on her skin.

Posted By grace On 07.26.2011 @ 3:18 pm

It was the winter of 1934, and Sarah was ill. Again. The medicine bottle was empty. There was no money to buy more. Sarah cried. Mother cried. I sat with the empty bottle in my hands, terrified of what would happen when father came home.

Posted By Grace On 07.24.2011 @ 2:20 pm

stiff and unmoving,yet the greatest thing when alive. it holds us up, it allows us to dance, only hindered by the tendons connecting it. it bends and breaks, moves and shakes, eeriy in its beauty. crazy skeleton, get off my

Posted By Grace On 07.23.2011 @ 9:58 pm

i got a ticket. i kno i was speeding. did u ever think it might have been on purpose. that i havent spoken to another human being in so long, that i needed to get someones attention. so i chose u, the lonely officer, waiting for someone like me

Posted By grace On 07.23.2011 @ 2:46 am

violet like the color purple but better. better because its found in the poem roses are red violets are blue. but are they blue? i thought violet was in the purple family. who knows? the people at crayola maybe. i want to be one of those people. i want to work at crayola. i want to name the crayons. not stupid names like peter piper’s purple or some stupid shit like that. something better. like.. well if i knew i would already have a job there probably.

Posted By grace On 07.21.2011 @ 8:28 pm

u shout thru ur megaphone, useless words, gibberjabber. the words are spilling from ur mouth like hail, pelting anyone they touch, disturbbing thoughts or perfect moments. u praise urself thru ur megaphone.

Posted By grace On 07.19.2011 @ 7:26 pm

“Take a bow, son.” said the preist to his dying son. “I don’t feel that i have totally lived my life. Not yet” I want to see the ocean, the boy thought. I want t

Posted By Grace On 07.14.2011 @ 11:41 am

so many times…plagues present themselves in different forms. they might come as a sickness, but many other times it is just being overwhelmed by something.

Posted By Grace On 07.13.2011 @ 12:15 am

My sorrow plagues me. It pounds at my heart, how do I escape it? The past, the present, the future, they plague me. I need advice, I need help. My fears plague me. If you asked me what plagued me, I’d give you a long list. But I try to not think about what plagues me and think about what doesn’t. I don’t need to worry, I don’t need to fear, God was, is, and will be there.

Posted By Grace On 07.12.2011 @ 3:54 pm

bitch. how mean can someone be? I hate being rude but I can be anyways. Reminds me of sims when they are mean spirited. my sims are really mean to eachother but it’s okay because I make them be friends again, kind of like god in the real world.

Posted By grace On 07.10.2011 @ 10:18 pm

baby mother a stork a special event is coming up! I love expecting things too. I expect different things when I see a piano every single time. Pianos are beautiful– I love mine. Although, I wish I were the owner of a white grand piano, and a huge mansion. I don’t know where though. Where should I put my mansion? Maybe I should ask my blog readers. Although I should start my blog soon.

Posted By Grace On 07.09.2011 @ 8:57 pm

i dont like this color. it means brown in french. en francais. ce n’est pas le meiuller. nor can i spell. but this is about maroon. maroon 5; mediocre band. but the old ladies are everywhere! please forgive me for this distraction.

Posted By grace On 07.07.2011 @ 7:51 pm

it’s the color of blood mixed with grape koolaid. It’s the color of a lovely old lady’s livingroom couch, surrounded by ceramic geese, pleated pants, and love.

Posted By Grace On 07.07.2011 @ 2:11 pm

a construction site. diggers. a bird. beautiful. peaceful. flew across at the river. reminds me of Dumbo, even though that is a stork. long, tall bird. lifts heavy things. dangerous. rusty. simply. all the same height.

Posted By Grace On 07.03.2011 @ 3:54 pm

I was given piles. I was given heaps of… everything. I was given a home, friends, family, air to breath. But all so suddenly it was taken away. God can give and take… will you be happy with what He does give you?

Posted By Grace On 07.03.2011 @ 8:01 am