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I really don’t’ know what soap is….why do we use it? it seems like a pointless substance of nothing…and what is with cow poop….isn’t soap from cow linings or something weird…soap is such a weird word too….it sounds like a row boat and poop but a sock and soup….soup, I like soup.Posted By Heather On 05.10.2013 @ 4:52 am
Crows are the smartest animals of the air. Er, I’m sure there is a better way to phrase it. Ornithologists call them apes of the air. They remember garbage men’s routes, etc. they have a strong sense of family. But when I hear of the word crow i always think of Edgar Allen Poe for some reason. The darkness. The beating heart. The fear. Despair. And then I think of alcoholism. I think of Edgar Allen Poe and how he died, outside in the cold. Someone so talented, gifted, and gave so much to the world for generations and still sooner. And it made me wonder if the disease had pushed everyone away. They’ll love an asshole, if he’s gifted, I’ve always observed… But how is that different with Poe? Was his talents not recognized until much later, or was he really that bad or maybe he secluded himself.Posted By Heather On 04.28.2013 @ 9:45 pm
Wheat. Why oh why do I love to eat wheat. It’s more than a treat. It rules me and everything. Cows, chicken, chips and biscuits. Beer and cheeze itz. Can’t we go one day without it!? Wheat, it’s cheap, easy to consume, sticks to my insides like glue. Oatmeal in the morning to help my daily poo? Oh noooooo! Wheat, like any addiction, is guaranteed simple momentary satisfaction. And no matter what. It’s usually always in the front of the cabinet.Posted By Heather On 03.29.2013 @ 4:01 pm
One simple word that we need but we forget to do.
When a couple argues nowadays it’s like war all over. The guns and bullets are the words that hurt or the silence that they give the other. After some time the other falls and its over before they can regret.
They forget to listen to the heart of their partner.
Then, they regret losing the other….
But it’s too late to fix things again.Posted By Heather On 03.24.2013 @ 11:23 pm
When I think about being “real”, I think about honesty. I would rather have someone be straight up and maybe hurt my feelings than talk smack about me behind my back. I have never gone for guys who lie or try to tell me things that they THINK I want to hear. I would rather have a guy admit he’s a loser and then try to find out what makes him a real “gem” than date someone who brags about himself and isn’t worth dip.Posted By Heather On 01.22.2013 @ 3:49 pm
Barrel. Like a barrel of monkeys. That’s the first thought that pops into my head anyhow. More fun than a barrel of monkeys. Like Donkey Kong. That asshole is always throwing barrels. What’s in the barrels? Probably gunpowder. I don’t remember. I sucked at that game.Posted By Heather On 01.01.2013 @ 9:10 pm
My boyfriend is a firefighter, I moved 8 hours away from him and haven’t seem in months. I miss him and realize how he has made me a better person. He always does things for others and espically me. The best part is that he doesn’t do it to make him self look like a better person, he does it out of his heart.Posted By Heather On 12.25.2012 @ 6:04 pm
Tracy knows a secret. She knows that her world is not all it seems. The people are plastic, and the people are evil. Tracy knows that her world is a dangerous place, and she must be careful and watchful. These people could eat her alive without a thought, for these people are actually a group of wild zombies that have escaped from an experimental lab. They have raised her for her entire life. Tracy knows that they only raised her for entertainment. They want to watch her step into a cage with a wild dog. They want her to fight, or rather be torn apart by, this wild dog. Then they will descend on her and eat her innards. Tracy knows she is not safe. She will have to trust her instincts and escape into the woods that surround her home. Tracy does not know what lies beyond these woods.Posted By Heather On 12.23.2012 @ 8:20 am
The employees sat in their boxed-in cubicles and plotted what to do next. It was grey. Everything was soft, and stale coffee lingered on their clothes. Their boss had locked himself in his office and refused to come out for the rest of the day.
“Should we just go home?” “Or should we try to drag him out of there?”
They eyed the clock and thought what a nice afternoon it would be outside..Posted By heather On 11.15.2012 @ 3:21 pm
The rage echoed down the mountainside, punctuating the night with reverberating noise that shook the villagers in their beds. The dragon lashed out, tail whipping over Andraste’s head as she threw herself onto the dirt below the crest. She cursed under her breath, glancing up to see the crimson scales disappear over the ridge. She scrambled to her feet, as she knew the beast was only turning around and the head was much harder to deal with than its tail. “Stupid lizard,” She growled, ducking behind a large stone, the black fabric over her mouth scratching across her chapped lips. “You were supposed to be feeding…”Posted By heather On 11.09.2012 @ 5:13 pm
in the nature of man is nothing that could be called holy. i wish i could civilize you the way he civilized me, out on the porch stairs, with a whip and a chain and a big fat Nothing for a name. there were centuries that passed before i realized the pain. he had claimed it was for the good and the better.Posted By heather On 10.16.2012 @ 8:47 pm
bury the depths of you, in to me. there is a pulp soil that i have burned your heart in. your fucked up face is all that is left and it won’t haunt me anymore, not on the cold walk home, not in the bar, not in the wretched dreams of my sleep. you’ll fade out like the last trip hop beat i heard on the way out of the door.Posted By heather On 10.15.2012 @ 11:01 pm