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Leave your past behind, wash it down the drain. Suds may only hurt in open wounds on the surface. The pain won’t last forever, just give your mind a rinse. Nothing can’t not be overcame, just wash the soap from your eyes, and see the world clean.

Posted By Josie On 05.09.2013 @ 9:13 pm

It cleans me, It is unnatural most times, unless its organic most the time made from discussing animal carcass so vegans don’t use soap a lot of time also johnny depp doesn’t either i heard but i don’t think that’s true You’re a movie star YOU MUST BE CLEAN so soap is also very slippery, thats probably why prison inmates avoid it, nobody wants to pick it up afterwards.

Posted By Josie On 05.09.2013 @ 9:10 pm

It cleans me, It is unnatural most times made4 from discussing animal carcass so vegans don’t use soap a lot of time also johnny depp doesn’t either i heard but i don’t think that’s true You’re a movie start BE CLEAN so soap is also very slippery, thats probably why prision inmates avoid it, nobody wants to pick it up afterwards.

Posted By Josie On 05.09.2013 @ 9:09 pm

When people say “speak,” they are asking you to pour out your thoughts and ideas, like writing words on an empty page that stares blankly back at you (how original, I know). Before you speak, think: what message do I want to send? I saved a StumbleUpon page to my “Words of Inspiration” folder that had a quote that said, along the lines of, if you were standing before a crowd, what message would you send?

Posted By Josie On 01.27.2013 @ 10:29 am

I love to be musical. Each note is a new part of my life, flowing off my back like a river of such beauty I can barely describe it. I hate to sound stereotypical, but it’s true. Music is magic. Life is magic. Each moment is magical. It’s amazing to think of it that way, but that’s the way it is. It really is.

Posted By Josie On 01.23.2013 @ 5:34 pm

I struggle with patience. The anticipation and the anxiety eat at me from the very bottom of my stomach. Waiting? I can’t do it. My toes begin to jiggle and my fingers start to tap. Lines are the things nightmares are made of. No, I don’t have patience. Screw waiting.

Posted By Josie On 12.13.2012 @ 4:34 pm

i love the past and hate it at the same time. it hurts to think about it but also fills me with love. i wish i could go into the past and relive it. especailly when my mom was still living. but thats why its called the past.

Posted By josie On 11.28.2012 @ 12:53 pm

I went to the local store to buy some bread everything seemed empty and hopless. I had no money fro bread I had no money for anytthing in egeneral. I was lost, forgotten afraid. I should be used to seeing this store all my lfie. I have seen it since I was a child but all of a sudden it seemd different maybe this was the first time that I had actually noticed the pla ce

Posted By Josie On 11.26.2012 @ 3:55 pm

I spent much more on it than it was worth. It was a heat of the moment thing, and they might have gotten it if I hadn’t. The item couldn’t fall into the wrong hands. Still, perhaps I had overreacted. No one I knew had this kind of money!

Posted By Josie On 11.10.2012 @ 10:44 pm

The concept of life is not at all tricky. My concept is different from yours because I am different from you. The concept of life is not what people tell you, it’s what YOU want of life.

Posted By Josie On 08.12.2012 @ 10:56 pm

What is that racket? she asked. “What racket?” I replied, banging away on my drums still. The thunk of the bass kept me going. “Those drums!” She shrieked. “Knock it off!” “I can’t,” I said. It’s my heartbeat. “Don’t be so dramatic. I want to talk to you.” No, I said. I can’t. I have to live.

Posted By Josie On 06.10.2012 @ 9:26 pm

One day he was leading me deeper and deeper into his heart. He didn’t realize that I would get lost in there, and that I would never want to leave. I found comfort and security, and love. I wanted to lead him into my heart so he could feel all of the wonderful feelings that me made me feel.

Posted By Josie On 05.25.2012 @ 3:48 pm

I kept calling but nobody answered. I am calling now. I will start calling. You will see me calling. I can’t stop calling. Calling is what I do. Calling is how I see the phone. I will be calling you.

Posted By Josie On 05.20.2012 @ 6:46 pm

tasting cookies tasting butterflies tasting food tasting cupcakes tasting grass tasting nothing tasting something tasting flowers

Posted By Josie On 05.07.2012 @ 7:58 pm

It was an upright lie! I mean it. Nobody had ever said anything like that before. She just upright lied like a rug. This is what happened the teacher said no chewing gum in class. Guess what she did. She spit it on my hair.

Posted By Josie On 05.04.2012 @ 8:02 pm

His hands confused me. But he was perfect. And he had fought. But all he was was beautiful.

Posted By Josie On 04.25.2012 @ 1:02 pm

to give some food or something that can benefit to health of an individual that will provide him an energy to do the activities of daily living. to provide essential elements derived from food or anything nutritious that we eat.

Posted By josie On 04.13.2012 @ 8:27 am

There are patterns everywhere. You see patterns in nature– in spiderwebs and such. There are sometimes really delicate patterns in things that you don’t notice unless you look at it really closely. For instance, if something is knit very closely, you only really notice the stitching if you hold it up close. Patterns are pretty!

Posted By Josie On 03.15.2012 @ 3:22 pm

petition. a cause. know your cause. petition with knowlegde or mind your own buisness. petition. governments aren’t concerned with your petition. put it away. petition

Posted By Josie On 03.13.2012 @ 5:53 pm

i have a wagon. i love to play with my wagon. my wagon is red. i use my wagon to push my baby doll. she loves being pushed in my wagon.

Posted By Josie On 02.02.2012 @ 10:55 am

Food, water, and supplies was running scarce. The people weren’t staving yet-but they were complaining. A lot. And they were panicking. “What will we do?” How will we get more?” “Are we going to die?” Shouts and yells could be heard all across town.

Posted By Josie On 01.21.2012 @ 9:32 pm

The kitchen is commonly accosiated as the place for the women, yet I disagree with that acossiation. Cooking is very much my thing, as is football and many other ‘manly’ things, along with some other ‘feminine’ things. So maybe you should shut up with your stereotype

Posted By Josie On 01.05.2012 @ 3:35 pm

There was nothing friendly about it, it was hard, prickly, green. But it fitted in perfectly. There was nothing friendly about him. There was nothing friendly about this entire house. I knew I had to get away. Who had cacti rahter than flowers? Seriously. And that wasn’t the only thing that made me feel unsafe

Posted By Josie On 12.30.2011 @ 5:24 am

The rules were simple. Don’t think. Just do. Don’t stop for anything. There was no reason to ever stop. All that stopping ever got you was killed. So, the game started. 4 3 2 1 The announcer said over the intercom. And there we were. The 12 of us. All fighting to the death. 12 go in, only 1 comes out.

Posted By Josie On 11.20.2011 @ 3:23 pm

It was an automatic reaction, these days. for every millisecond the computer was slow, the subject’s anger would increase, until said subject was ready to smash it to bits.

Posted By Josie On 10.24.2011 @ 9:08 pm

She didn’t live in a castle with heavy stone walls and stain-glass windows. She didn’t have servants who did her every bidding. No. Instead, she had a normal house, with wood and plaster walls and normal glass windows.

Posted By Josie On 10.19.2011 @ 11:02 pm

Both of them hated each other. it was only natural, really. They were as different as earth and sky, and not necessarily in a good way. She knows, of course, in the old myths the sky and earth are often lovers. This is not one of those times. Really.

Posted By Josie On 10.18.2011 @ 7:53 pm

The future was bright, that’s what everyone always told me. They said there was always the chance for things to get better. Don’t give up on the future. You have talent, you have skills, you can go a long way. The hard times will get easier. It’s prosperous, I knew I was sopposed to believe in the prospect of the future but I didn’t

Posted By Josie On 10.08.2011 @ 10:25 am

The port is a place of isolation and of unity, where the sea rolls in with a thousand stories to tell, waves lilting and singing songs of faraway lands; young voyagers prepare to depart, waving their farewells, as they set sail for places unknown to them.

Posted By Josie On 09.23.2011 @ 3:38 am

This is my account. We never happened, there was no beach on the solstice, no salty skin and rushed breathing. There were no summer days and moonlight walks. No late nights. I was never in your garden, laughing open mouthed, wide eyed. You never sent me a rose. None of this ever happened. Only the ghosts of our teenage selves play out our history, over and over. We never happened. This is my account.

Posted By Josie On 09.14.2011 @ 11:50 am