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When I was younger, my family went camping quite often. We always had one lantern and several flashlights.

Posted By John On 05.23.2010 @ 8:12 am

Tonight I made a smoked turkey, cheddar cheese, tomato, mustard, salt, and pepper sandwich – on white.

Posted By John On 05.21.2010 @ 10:02 pm

the balloon was bright red and full of water. I was climbing a tree with the balloon in my pocket in order to drop it on someone.

Posted By John On 05.19.2010 @ 6:42 pm

What’s more to think? I have to talk like a man, when in reality I’m just a boy on a different path than what I should have taken. Love has left me broken. The world has led me astray. I’m just lost at the moment. I live to be lost.

Posted By John On 05.02.2010 @ 3:30 pm

A summer evening with children fluttering like the fireflies above them. Swooping. Soaring. Both bug and child in bliss from the warm summer air and the freedoms Summer gives.

Posted By John On 05.01.2010 @ 12:11 pm

Fireflies. Those humming, delightful creatures are the beginning to a great summer. Ah, summer. 4th of July, fireworks, baseball, and fireflies are the best.

Posted By John On 04.30.2010 @ 8:22 pm

Her name was Bubbles. The rest of the story is NSFW.

Posted By John On 04.30.2010 @ 7:53 am

blub ub lubbles nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen, the bubbles I’ve been, the blub blub blubbering fool, and you, youble, meble, we all bull and now the shift, the shift, aye, there’s the shift to…

Posted By John On 04.29.2010 @ 7:35 pm

The industry I started my working career in, was Industrial Distribution. I learned more from that industry than any other in this lifetime.

Posted By John On 04.29.2010 @ 6:48 am

I’ve never seen “Guys and Dolls”.

Posted By John On 04.28.2010 @ 9:25 am

It was a sticky hot summer. Seventeen dolls lay in the garage awaiting the garage sale. I saved them from a new life of disaster with some heathen child from the next town over who’s mother would come to snatch them away for mere pennies. The dolls came into my suitcase by force.

Posted By John On 04.27.2010 @ 11:18 pm

They find themselves lost within a dream world in which they cannot escape. Too long have they withered in their fake houses and too long have they been abused by their beauty.

Posted By John On 04.27.2010 @ 9:45 pm

They are squares that make up my life. Blocks of time, blocks of fun, blocks of regret. I stack them in my brain like I stack cans of soup in my pantry. I categorize my feelings. Maybe too much.

Posted By John On 04.28.2010 @ 7:33 am

Blocks of wood were stacked so high, they were swaying back and forth. I knew if I put one more on top, they would all fall.

Posted By John On 04.27.2010 @ 8:39 am

It’s a trap! You know what I’m talking about, yet you choose to ignore the obvious.

Posted By John On 04.26.2010 @ 8:42 am

hurt keep another from doing what he wants. blamed wrongfully. can’t det free

Posted By John On 04.26.2010 @ 7:58 am

Frustrated, James sat on the small swivel stool and begun thumping the bongos.

Posted By John On 04.25.2010 @ 7:57 am

Wow, I can’t think of a single sentence using the word ‘mineral’. Oh, there it is…

Posted By John On 04.24.2010 @ 6:45 am

there was on the fron courch a wicker chair and table that made sitting in it very difficult if you were naked. many have tried to make it smoth but no one sould escape the jagged ridges

Posted By john On 04.23.2010 @ 10:04 am

wicker is a wonderful material that is used mostly for furntiture. a sort of woody material that is found in the jungle and rain forests in countries near the equator. it’s fairly sturdy and resistant but could be s

Posted By john On 04.23.2010 @ 5:03 am

The root beer foam spilled all over the cussomer.

Posted By john On 04.21.2010 @ 12:49 pm

The term “joyful” is rarely used.

Posted By John On 04.21.2010 @ 9:02 am

Gilligan, the Skipper, MaryAnn, Ginger, the Professor, Mr. Howell, and Mrs. Howell are all castaways.

Posted By John On 04.20.2010 @ 7:35 am

cast like a skipping stone from a young boys hand, isolated, and alone the people make him feel. however bad it is though, the people don’t act negatively…he’s just…there.

Posted By john On 04.19.2010 @ 11:50 pm

I need inspiration to propel my blog writing.

Posted By John On 04.19.2010 @ 7:37 am

My reflex feels funny today. It might have the common cold or even an ear ache. Maybe I’ll take my poor reflex to the reflex doctor to get it fixed. I’ll take it to the county line and shoot it.

Posted By John On 05.17.2010 @ 8:47 pm

I don’t know what my destiny is – I only know after the fact.

Posted By John On 05.17.2010 @ 10:40 am

is all there is and nothing more. If I lost myself to it, then I would have a path and it wouldn’t hold the cursor to my fate. My ship would sail on higher winds.

Posted By John On 05.16.2010 @ 11:37 pm

Wealth is not the measure of success.

Posted By John On 05.12.2010 @ 2:57 pm

I wish I had enough money to just go out and build without worrying about where the money is coming from and do what I want to do. Forget whats stopping me. Wealth.

Posted By john On 05.12.2010 @ 2:09 pm