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deny everything, all the love all the hate all the pain and everything will fade the good and the bad until you’re just a hollow shell drifting with stumble and waiting for your life to chnage, it won’t though or will it I’m not sure yet. Maybe. Maybe Not.

Posted By Kyle On 11.27.2008 @ 9:30 pm

I have a bandage on my head because I didnt cook kyles pizza right and he slapped me with an iron. Now I have holes in my face from the iron and I look like a pizza.

Posted By kyle On 01.02.2009 @ 4:05 pm

i am the master of bandages, i twist, turn, manipulate and roll them in every which direction, to cover and support every limb i ever broke, injured, alot!

Posted By kyle On 01.02.2009 @ 2:19 am

It was coming. The day had been waited upon for thousands of years. It all led up to this one point, this one moment. As all of the people gathered around the stone circle, something unexpected began to happen. The sun was not lining up as it should, but instead it was fading away… going, going, gone. The world had ended.

Posted By Kyle On 12.21.2008 @ 4:08 pm

If you belong to something, then your “it’s”. If something belongs to you, then “it’s” your’s. If something belongs to someone else, then “it’s” their’s. If something belongs to no one, then “it’s” everyone one’s.

Posted By Kyle On 12.14.2008 @ 2:04 pm

fame and fortune.

Posted By Kyle On 07.22.2008 @ 9:57 pm

i locked the door, locks everyhwere vaults, banks, everything was locked. love lockdown, highway patrol, locking doors on cars and on houeses stopping robberies and many such. lock jawed as his wife slapped him across the face, stiff upper lip.

Posted By Kyle On 01.29.2009 @ 7:37 am

I guess that the middle is the common ground. We think that we can raise up into the heavens and climb the latter but in the end of the day, maybe it’s where the real people are… in the middle… together.

Posted By KYle On 01.27.2009 @ 6:58 pm

Princess? Really? I’m sitting trying to deal with my dad finding out I’m transgendered (I loath that word right now) and I get princess? I guess I should be happy, thinking this is a sign that I could become Daddy’s little princess. This is the real world, that just doesn’t happen.

Posted By Kyle On 01.25.2009 @ 7:17 pm

favorite? is that the word? this is not my favorite album of all time. transatlanticism. the title sounds nice. that’s probably why they called it that. but no, not my favorite album of all time. that might be richard d. james album by aphex twin. or lifed by bright eyes. dark side of the moon is pretty great too. hm. i haven’t listened to pink floyd in quite a while, though.

Posted By Kyle On 01.12.2009 @ 7:32 pm

I woke up and I saw my favorite color and it was red so I didn’t know what to do and I just got out of bed and I ate my favorite breakfast pancakes,eggs,bacon, and butter on toast.

Posted By Kyle On 01.12.2009 @ 10:06 am

The only thing I care about is knowing that you will be there right next to me and that tomorrow will be the same.

Posted By Kyle On 01.05.2009 @ 6:38 pm

He pulled away from the dock, rowing more quickly as he reached the deeper water. He had to get away. From the land, from her, from everything that felt so confining back behind him. Here he was, now he was free. He could travel anywhere he wanted. Perhaps Brazil?

Posted By Kyle On 12.16.2008 @ 12:05 pm

My phone rang and it was my friend calling me to tell me that I should be waiting by the dock for him and he will meet me there so we can go out to eat at Outback.

Posted By Kyle On 12.15.2008 @ 10:08 am

The dock appeared further away. He swam and swam. Summer was a time of escape, of happiness, of adventure. To get away from the usual shore life would be freedo – CHOMP. Then the sharks came.

Posted By Kyle On 12.15.2008 @ 6:22 am

The dock became ever closer. As he stared over the edge of the ship the dread within him grew deeper. He had not wanted this day to come. To return to this place, this prison of so much of his life, was something he had never wished to happen. Yet here he was.

Posted By Kyle On 12.15.2008 @ 6:14 am

A dock is a place that boats stay for a period of time. they are one of the place that the boats can stay. They can also stay at a mariena.

Posted By Kyle On 12.15.2008 @ 5:26 am

Sigh. He breathed in deeply as he started out the window. The snow was falling, the frost was perfectly crystalized on the plants. Yet he sat alone. The first Christmas without her was absolutely lifeless. Numb, perhaps, was the word he should use. This was not like anything he had ever expected.

Posted By Kyle On 12.18.2008 @ 8:37 am

My heart is aflutter about an angel that I met a few days ago. Beautiful and strong, its name is Grace. I’m only human though so this love- is it real?

Posted By Kyle On 04.04.2009 @ 10:57 am

breach current levels to understand why the next level is so ambivalent to success.

Posted By kyle On 03.31.2009 @ 11:27 am

Tape is sticky. Tape connects and holds things to together. It can be double sided. Tape is most used to wrap christmas presents. types of tape are duck tape, electrical tape masking tape. etc.

Posted By Kyle On 03.23.2009 @ 11:20 pm

Fun fun fun, sexy, satisfying, rewardING, haha do you think you like it mmmmm yes you do, rewards are nice, goals. High fives Kisses. Hugs Money Chocolate Candy in general Olympic Gold Medals Jewelry Gifts Presents etc. Enough. typing lawl

Posted By Kyle On 03.22.2009 @ 9:31 pm

Twigs come from trees. they are brown and made of wood. The are thin little pieces of trees. they often have leaves on them and they are rough and bumpy but sometimes smooth. they break easily and are green in the center when they are alive and healthy.

Posted By Kyle On 09.25.2009 @ 5:06 pm

it’s too early for this. way too fucking early. i mean, it’s noon. i understand that it’s noon, but it’s still too fucking early. this is hell. this place is hell. oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. why am i doing this to myself? fuck. fuck. fuck.

Posted By kyle On 09.22.2009 @ 7:44 pm

substance that is bad and also a planet with rings, also a car brand, this is so stupid

Posted By kyle On 09.21.2009 @ 8:35 pm

i can’t resist. honestly, i try. i’m trying. i’m trying really hard to. i can keep her off of my mind for hours at a time. hours! it’ll become days soon. but then, words like this pop up, and i can’t help, but think about her. i can’t resist. it’s getting better though.

Posted By kyle On 09.19.2009 @ 11:06 pm

I really meant to tell you that I wasn’t attending school this next semester, but I just didn’t have the heart. You looked so excited when I mentioned that we’d finally be together and my face froze in place at the exact moment that you smiled and drove away. I can’t believe I’ve done this to you. Please don’t hate me forever.

Posted By Kyle On 01.05.2009 @ 11:14 am

I’m broken, as i realised it was me that she trusted to to break her, virginity. how, why? what made me the one?, my persasion?

Posted By kyle On 12.21.2008 @ 4:25 am

That’s what it came down to, really. He would have to steal back the broken case, hoping all the while that when he had a chance to open it there would still be inside the necessary piece. If that wasn’t what was there, or if it was gone, he knew the day would be his last.

Posted By Kyle On 12.20.2008 @ 10:31 am

Burnt. He threw down the bread in disgust. This was just another – simple – sign of his failure. He couldn’t even make toast for her. She didn’t really love him, and it was all because he couldn’t make toast. Of course, it was really more complicated than that – but why try to think it through when it was really too painful.

Posted By Kyle On 12.19.2008 @ 5:56 am