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I was sitting in the darkroom minding my own business when this crazy guy burst into the room screaming about gorillas and how they had captured his grandmother. I guess he was looking for help but I didn’t really know his grandmother and mine always told me never to talk to strangers.

Posted By Kristen On 02.02.2011 @ 11:47 am

The place in your mind where you haven’t looked into bringing the light of your heart to.

Posted By Kristen On 02.02.2011 @ 9:23 am

lean on me when you feel bad, mad or sad it doesn’t matter i’ll always be there. you can be lean or you can be long, we’re all strong and we’re all in this together. lean. lean. lean. lean is when you”re in need and we all need to be held up sometimes. there’s nothing wrong with that. lean

Posted By Kristen On 01.29.2011 @ 11:57 pm

I dropped the box. I didn’t know what to say. He had shocked me. How could he have said that to me? It wasn’t fair. To surprise me, I mean. It wasn’t fair. I looked at the box and the shattered pieces and looked up at him, speechless.

Posted By Kristen On 01.28.2011 @ 10:30 pm

she dropped off the book like it was nothing. the last piece in the closing of the greatest chapter. a greater chapter than he would ever realize existed. she’d miss it all, even the book she never opened, but she knew she was doing what was best for everyone in that moment. she’d hoped to never cross paths again.

Posted By kristen On 01.28.2011 @ 12:00 pm

The stickiness in the air held her down as she tried to move. It was no use; her body was paralyzed and she was certain no one would be able to find her. The cellar door was locked, after all.

Posted By Kristen On 01.25.2011 @ 3:39 pm

I looked into the vortex of darkness, no light, only an endless night for me to drift through. I glanced back to my hooded companion who held his his long staff close to his side, he put his bony hand to my back and gently pushed me from the stone platform. I began to drift upwards and away from him, I wanted to say something but couldn’t find the voice to do so, but he nodded knowingly and waved at me as my eyelids grew heavy as I fell into the endless slumber that the shadows offered with their warm embrace.

Posted By Kristen On 01.20.2011 @ 2:43 pm

recipes can be difficult to master. Whats so hard about a recipe? All the ingredients are listed you have everything you need all you have to do is follow the rules.i guess you didnt know it was a recipe for disaster when you started this recipe for the” perfect relationship”

Posted By Kristen On 01.19.2011 @ 11:30 am

Recipes are great. They tell you all sorts of things that you can make. When someone says recipes, I think recipe books. Then I think of Martha Stewart, and then i am brought to the thought of Mrs doubtfire, and how she failed or…he or she…failed at cooking. Recipes are not always so helpful. they just give hints…yeah. that’s all

Posted By kristen On 01.18.2011 @ 4:22 pm

I do not fully comprehend the concept that has been placed before me. Being as I found this at stumble upon, I am doing as the site suggests and not thinking but rather writing my seemingly uninteresting thoughts for all to see.

Posted By Kristen On 01.15.2011 @ 9:23 pm

the early edition new is something that not everyone can handle. it means the you hae responsibility. its means you are blessed it means you got lucky. you know how to help and you know what to do. the only thing left is to make the desicion do you want the power?

Posted By Kristen On 01.15.2011 @ 7:47 pm

Pensacola, FL is one of my favorite places in the world. Pulling into the Pensacola Beach parking lot underneath the large beach ball and seeing the clear blue sky contrasted with the crystal blue water is one of the best moments I have all year. And the white sand!

Posted By Kristen On 01.14.2011 @ 9:42 am

Support me until I fall upon the dirty ground, where my tainted soul belongs. Keep holding my hand until I draw back, ready to strike and recoil with emotions washing over my face and heart. I can’t take it anymore, nothing is holding me up. So let me fall down the abyss into your arms.

Posted By Kristen On 01.09.2011 @ 10:32 pm

On route to new mexico driving along an abandoned railway, music lightly humming in the back of my mind. I heard nothing but the sweet melody of your song for miles of blistering pavement.

Posted By Kristen On 01.01.2011 @ 4:37 pm

I go to the library a lot. Nevermind, I used to go to the library a lot but now I owe them ninety dollars. So I do not go there anymore, for I do not have $90 to give them. I steal from the library now. Just kidding. Maybe…

Posted By kristen On 01.01.2011 @ 4:45 am

split. i split up with my boyfriend. i split open his heart. i split open my future. I put back together my life. i put back together my dreams.

Posted By Kristen On 12.30.2010 @ 4:10 pm

what is luck? who has it? all it takes is being at the right place, at the right time, with the right attitude… recognizing how to make the most of what you have. Be creative, make your own luck. YOU are lucky!

Posted By kristen On 12.27.2010 @ 6:03 pm

I am a very lucky person. Everything works out for me eventually, it seems. But is it luck? Do I even believe in luck? I think there’s something bigger going on in my life than mere coincidence. My ways are being orchestrated, and everything falls into place like a puzzle.

Posted By Kristen On 12.27.2010 @ 11:56 am

are very useful you can pick locks teeth, and hold paper together. what could be better then a paper clip, a hand dandy paper clip

Posted By kristen On 12.22.2010 @ 6:42 pm

I don’t feel like writing about a cannon. Cannons are big and scary and can you just imagine how scary that must’ve been back in the day when people actually used those in war and stuff? Imagine a huge heavy bowling ball type thing being hurled at your head. That would suck. I’m glad I’ve never had to experience that.

Posted By Kristen On 12.19.2010 @ 4:44 pm

a boa? like a boa constrictor? or like the one you wear around your neck? Either is cool. I appreciate them both. B to the o to the a HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted By Kristen On 12.17.2010 @ 6:11 pm

Wrongness is the legacy of the human race. We cannot escape it. We are constantly wrong. We are so wrong it seems right sometimes. Or most times. We will always have some degree of it, no matter how right we get. It is a constant.

Posted By Kristen On 12.15.2010 @ 9:55 pm

I never wanted to see those sheets again. When I woke up in them, I kicked them away like a deadly creature. Those sheets were evidence of our failed love.

Posted By Kristen On 12.14.2010 @ 11:18 am

I have a slightly vicious temper. I don’t like being around other people much because they tend to set me off and make me angry. Temper is a funny thing, especially mine. I am so happy one moment and then the next, i’m completely horrible. When people are with me they often say that i’m cranky. The truth of the matter is that i’m just a cold hearted bitch that no one likes to be with.

Posted By Kristen On 12.12.2010 @ 8:00 pm

The little bunny went hopping down the street. He was a silly bunny, with big red eyes and a white body and tail. This bunny wanted to kill everyone and eat their souls. Take it from me, he was not a very nice bunny. i do not like bunnies anymore. I do not like anything anymore because this fucking bunny ate me and my soul. What a dick.

Posted By Kristen On 12.02.2010 @ 8:42 pm

He understood. He understood my reluctance to life, and to him. He got that I didn’t want to do certain things, and that those things were just too old, and too mature for me. He understood that he just had to wait and not pressure me. I can’t thank him enough for that. I’ve had many guys before in my lifetime, but never one that understood. Not like him anyway. He was different. A good different.

Okay. Enough of this crazy talk. Understood? Pshht. Yeah right. He understood just as much a parent understands a depressed teenager. Not at all. I can’t even believe I just put that he was different and that he understood. What a cliche. He pressured and fought, and was the most un-understanding person I’ve ever met. Pfft. Understood. What. A. Lie.

Posted By Kristen On 11.25.2010 @ 9:34 pm

my grandfather eats corn flakes every morning for breakfast. Sometimes however his breakfast is at 4 am. i hear the spoon hitting the sides of the bowl, and i think just because its that early those sounds are heightened.

Posted By Kristen On 11.22.2010 @ 8:26 pm

His imagination was killed. Everything that had once motivated, and inspired was gone for all eternity into the abyss of what might how been. It was a shame, really, watching as he slowly realized how much he had lost in his ongoing fight to keep everything he had just the way it was now. I don’t pity him now though, knowing that he hasn’t slept in ages from the pressure he had put on himself. It was his fault. And anyways, he had lost his imagination. All he had to do was find a new one. That’s not that hard to do, is it?

Posted By Kristen On 11.18.2010 @ 8:11 pm

He honestly believed he was a cowboy. He bought the hat, the shoes, the spurs. He bought it all. His dreams consisted of riding his horse into the sunset, and daydreaming showdowns with his arch nemesis, Mandarin Magic. Stupid name by the way. He even admits it. But it’s what his overly conscious mind told him to call him. It wasn’t even sure what brought this on to begin with. Maybe the trip to the old abandoned town, or that one movie with that one actor who portrayed an actor that one time. he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was a cowboy. Whether other people accepted that or not, well, that was a different story.

Posted By Kristen On 11.16.2010 @ 5:53 pm

your words like ivy creeping up around me. dusky green seductive tendrils, lies threaten to choke.

Posted By Kristen On 11.15.2010 @ 11:44 pm