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morality humanity do they really go together? sometimes yes others no all depends on how the show goes. yeah?

Posted By Julie On 10.04.2011 @ 6:19 pm

braid my hair and make it nice

you make it nice and make it clean

make it clean and make it good

make it smell like strawberries strawberries are in this year

Posted By Julie On 10.01.2011 @ 7:37 pm

half a glass done half ass wait… it never lasts never stay never leave never let the others believe you know its true yeah its all right to stay awake thru every night you know you love it

Posted By Julie On 09.29.2011 @ 4:41 pm

i used to love playing on the playground in elementary school. especially the monkey bars. i would always get blisters. i still have a callus from 1st grade playing on the monkey bars. those were the best years of my life. i dont think ill ever be to old to play on a playground.

Posted By Julie On 09.27.2011 @ 8:31 pm

sitting on the couch isn’t something i can do anymore. It’s filthy and nasty. And it’s now outside. I stay in my room now. I do homework. I get on social networking sites. And it’s peaceful and clean. That is all.

Posted By Julie On 09.21.2011 @ 10:15 pm

the crouching many tried to be as small as he could behind the boulder. He knew he had very little chance of outrunning his opponent. His best chance would be to let him pass, and double back around from behind.

Posted By julie On 09.20.2011 @ 12:56 pm

I understand and empathize. I feel my heart is aching to know you are well. Knowing the truth and feeling it with you is comforting in a sad way.

Posted By Julie On 09.19.2011 @ 10:08 am

I am concerned with many things around me. I am concerned because people are dying everywhere in the world while I am typing on my computer. They aren’t concerned for me, but I am of course concerned for them. Concern concern concern! Such a beautiful word with 2 “c’s” in it. And two “n’s”.

Posted By Julie On 09.19.2011 @ 8:37 am

kangeroo, weed, jump into, in my purse, roo, stomach, in a breast pocket, something that carries things,

Posted By julie On 09.16.2011 @ 1:05 pm

my bank account has negative dollars in it right now. I get paid again on Friday which is good, and I have about five dollars left in cash, which is enough to get to and from work tomorrow. I had no idea moving to NY would leave me this strapped for cash – well actually I did. I hope I can save enough money to pay rent next month…

Posted By Julie On 09.14.2011 @ 11:27 pm

They wanted to set up a new account. Just a checking account, nothing special. But they seemed nervous about it. The wife was young, pretty, but disheveled. The whole time they squabbled back and forth.

Posted By Julie On 09.14.2011 @ 7:44 pm

routes, gold, silk, spices trading globally china, japan, pakistan trade you my chocolate for your peach

Posted By Julie On 09.12.2011 @ 7:00 pm

When i think about the word hover I think of angels hovering above me or above a cloud, watching over us. Are they guiding me to do the right thing? Are they watching in judgement? Do they fly away sometimes? A coffee break?

Posted By Julie On 09.12.2011 @ 6:50 am

In my language, this word means “hooves”. Galloping, running away from what’s left in the past towards something; someday, in the distant future.

Posted By Julie On 09.11.2011 @ 2:42 pm

She sat in the food court, headphones blaring, 17 and pissed off for no particular reason. She sipped her frozen lemonade and watched the grey haired men on their lunch breaks like animals in a zoo. She examined the distinguished lines on their faces, their crisp suits and handsome ties. She wondered if they had ever been 17 and pissed off just like she was.

Posted By Julie On 09.10.2011 @ 2:54 pm

walking, walking, stop. Wait…This is not my street. Where’s 5th avenue?!!

Posted By Julie On 08.31.2011 @ 6:13 pm

The offers are all gone in a timeless milling lane of chances that have passed by and left behind a dark and shadowy street of bitter regrets.

Posted By Julie On 08.31.2011 @ 9:35 am

give you something that I want. I really don’t understand. He trembled. Give me what I want. I repeated. He blubbered and wept as I pressed the gun to his forehead. Give. It. To. Me. I don’t know! He screamed but it was drowned out by the crack of the gun.

Posted By Julie On 08.30.2011 @ 1:17 pm

The morning was misty. So misty in fact that you could not see beyong your hand. I had never been in such a thick fog or mist. Previous mornings on the ship had been misty, but never like this. Today was also the first day that I was not sea-sick. Finally a morning without the taste of vomit in my mouth.

Posted By Julie On 08.30.2011 @ 8:41 am

Everything is dead. Inside and out. What was is no more. I need a hug.

Posted By Julie On 08.26.2011 @ 6:19 pm

tHE FORCE OF ANYTHING IS RELATIVE TO THE PUSH OR PULL AGAINST IT. tHE ONLY THING ONE CANNOT BE FORCED TO DO IS SOMETHING THAT DOES NOT FOLLOW THEIR CONCIENCE.

Posted By jULIE On 08.25.2011 @ 4:28 pm

open it and it will show a rainbow. Maybe we will dance. Maybe we will sing. Maybe I watch too many movies…

Twirl, twirl, blue and red, pink and yellow. It might rain.

Posted By Julie On 08.25.2011 @ 6:36 am

One of the most romantic scenes I can think of is pouring rain, the dark pavement lit up by a streetlight, standing under an umbrella embraced by your love, forehead to forehead, lips touching.

Posted By Julie On 08.25.2011 @ 5:42 am

It’s very beautiful. I like the softness, but not when I am sleeping. It is very wierd to sleep in, and I don’t sleep that well in it. But it is sure pretty and very soft! It can have many difference colors

Posted By Julie On 08.24.2011 @ 1:44 am

Her skin is like silk and white like milk and soft against mine and ocean and pine fill me with peace and it makes me smile in the dark night I feel bliss

Posted By Julie On 08.23.2011 @ 1:21 pm

I’m sinking deeper, deeper until I’m at the bottom. And I can’t get up, can’t move a muscle; all my limbs are numb, frozen in position. And these heavy waves are brushing over me, but I can’t reach the surface.

Posted By Julie On 08.22.2011 @ 12:44 pm

Burning in my chest, like poison filling my veins, running through my body like a snake, that will set its teeth into my heart. It goes so fast and then I’m down, and I didn’t even know until it was too late for my heart.

Posted By Julie On 08.21.2011 @ 2:14 pm

Transports in common are places you can meet people. They are in everyday life, we take them to go to school, to work, or to go out.

Posted By Julie On 08.21.2011 @ 9:53 am

I don’t like to think about how much I miss out on each time I make a choice; what I miss when I choose to chase one dream instead of another. But that’s how it goes. What I’m sure I will not miss out on – life.

Posted By Julie On 08.19.2011 @ 2:53 pm

The deer in the headlights is such a wonderful song. But, it’s not even about a deer in the headlights. It’s about a girl that some guy likes. It’s by Owl City which is a one man band. YAY. I dont know what else to type about deers..except that there are too many of them.

Posted By Julie On 08.18.2011 @ 11:12 am