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I don’t have all that much clout yet in this world, but one day maybe. Guess I need to study and get good at something before that will happen. I love learning, but hate reading textbooks and dry articles on stuff. But maybe, if I discipline myself like a french parent would their child, this is an obstacle I could overcome.

Posted By Laurel On 05.24.2013 @ 12:18 am

electrocute my mind with the waves of weblike intelligence you cast across the universe. I wonder if rays like radio waves and wireless internet magic go out into space, or if they need the atmosphere to transmit. but where would they go? they can’t just disintegrate- they aren’t matter. I wish I had more of a mind for physics, cause’ it really is interesting stuff with endless possibilities and room to wonder.

Posted By Laurel On 04.26.2013 @ 7:00 pm

cliffs are scary to jump off of because you could hurt yourself and die, but then, that is also why people do want to jump off of them. why do people get pleasure from fear? that doesn’t make any evolutionary sense, or maybe it does because we need that extra boost after a terrifying experience to move past it. so why do we assume that animals never get fun adrenaline rushes, that its all traumatic for them? maybe the vet is like going to six flags. ever thought of that? i guess its fun for humans when we believe we wont really die, and animals have no reason (double entendre) to believe that about the vet.

Posted By Laurel On 04.19.2013 @ 11:13 pm

I am a creature of habit. I don’t really know if that’s true yet, just wrote it. But I guess everyone is……so…. yes, I’m a creature of some particular habits. They include, drinking, smoking, having tea every morning, wanting to end the night on a slow, solitary note.. How would that be if i ever got married? and especially if i had children? Cause this is not a habit I covet and hold dear to my heart, but rather one of necessity.

Posted By Laurel On 04.18.2013 @ 3:09 am

I was mumbling to myself in my head just now, (although I dont think that’s actually true because how can one speak softly or incoherently in thoughts), but anyway I was because I wasn’t really listening to myself, couldn’t hear the words trying to be said. my voice of reason is a notorious mumbler, but I’m trying these days to buck it up, give it more confidence, more of a voice. It would help if I started listening to it I guess.

Posted By Laurel On 04.16.2013 @ 11:44 am

I vine through my mind right now, A COW in the brow of my subconscious. Nothing to say no where to gooo, I have no knowledge of what I am about to do, but I know I should at least start by leaving the house so ruby can have some alone time, like the time I got today that was oh so wonderful. Ok, time to be off this darned thing. Over and out. It’s just, I dont really feel like drinking, I’m sick of moving and unpacking, and I can’t see myself getting much pleasure out of a lobster buffet. Oh well. What can one do. Inspiration can’t always strike. Just look at Syria Laurel, and then complain about your momentary boredom.

Posted By Laurel On 04.05.2013 @ 7:24 pm

In flames was a metal band and the flame a lesbian bar. Both make me think of my brother Eric, but I dont want to think about him right now. He bugs me sometimes with his boundless creativity that keeps him crazy but has no real rhyme or reason to it. Can’t he just be a little more normal?

Posted By Laurel On 03.05.2013 @ 5:37 pm

I sentenced myself to remain alone until I was fixed. I could not handle the presence of others in my life. Their closeness hurt me and in my panic to remain emotionally intact I ended up hurting them as well. So I cut myself off from all love, all affection, all the companionship that a human soul requires. I retreated into myself determined to find the broken pieces and glue them back together, to become whole again. For it is only when we are whole and completely ourselves that we can accept the love we deserve and reciprocate that love unto others.

Posted By Laurel On 02.28.2013 @ 7:30 pm

for some reason, when I read that word, I thought it said grape sped, or some other such nonsense. Made me think of the grapeseed oil I just used for making potstickers earlier tonight. Guess you could say, I didn’t quite grasp it.

Posted By Laurel On 02.20.2013 @ 12:02 am

Who’s the salesman I hated who made me think they were all scum? I dont know what to say about them, only that I’d hate to be one and I hate to be sold on anything by one. Just got out of a relationship with a hell of one, but the fact in the end was he didn’t have anything to simply lay on the table; he had to sell himself, and that should have been the first and only red flag.

Posted By Laurel On 02.07.2013 @ 8:44 pm

i’ve hardly ever applied myself to anything. for some reason, nothing has ever seemed worth it. when i was 15, a classmate of mine died in a freak skateboarding accident. i thought, if only he could have known beforehand that he was going to die so young, he wouldn’t have had to waste so much time doing his homework. i didn’t get it then.

Posted By laurel On 01.20.2013 @ 3:54 pm

Fire climbed rapidly up the walls of the house, and all around her it was spreading. She’d done her job, and done it well; destroy the orphanage, no matter who’s in it. She hadn’t thought twice about it, and definitely didn’t feel guilty. All it was was revenge on her own past. Nothing new. All she knew how to do was destroy, hurt, and murder, so she might as well make her ‘talents’ useful.

Posted By Laurel On 01.19.2013 @ 12:36 pm

She looked down the two paths. As per usual, her inability to make decisions was holding her back. One path was dark, while the other was light, but both held stunning scenery. As she starred down the roads in front of her, she couldn’t help but recall the famous poem by Robert Frost, “The Road Not Taken.” He had taken the road that no one else had, and it had changed his life… So which should she choose?

Posted By Laurel On 01.17.2013 @ 4:20 pm

He placed the dark and cold piece of iron on the mantle piece. He never thought it would come to this. How on Earth did this ever happen? What did he do wrong? He had never really questioned his actions until now. He just always assumed he was right.

Posted By Laurel On 01.04.2013 @ 10:47 am

And the feeling was a stirring of the soul. He gasped and clean air rushed into his lungs for what felt like the first time in years. His body began to move, to break and build at the same time, pulling free of a stone like slumber which had consumed him for so long a time. He was free.

Posted By Laurel On 12.15.2012 @ 10:25 pm

Living is not an activity that all humans are able to take part in. Some of us rush into life with open arms and open souls ready to absorb all that we can in the name of living. It is our drug, our reason for being, and we feel the preciousness of this life. And some of us sit quietly on the sidelines, we watch, try to feel from a distance, try to live through a body that is chained into non-existence by our own fear, laziness, apathy. Living is lost on our souls.

Posted By Laurel On 12.14.2012 @ 2:53 pm

Be patient, be still, and the world will come to you, the good will come to you, the day will rush to you. Just breathe and be happy, for you are where you are meant to be.

Posted By Laurel On 12.13.2012 @ 1:27 pm

On the roof. That’s where they heard it. The careful pattering of many hooves. An then. The soft thump of something heavy landing on the softest layer of snow. “It’s him”, they whispered, “it’s santa!”

Posted By Laurel On 12.06.2012 @ 5:36 pm

If I was ever higher than I am now, right at this moment, I swear I would be able to think so much clearer and know so much more, about everything around me.

Posted By Laurel On 12.04.2012 @ 12:05 pm

She was the object of his affection and as such was treated to an unswerving loyalty and attention that often bordered on obsession. She felt strangled, trapped, but had no way of telling him as her lips were sealed by love.

Posted By Laurel On 12.02.2012 @ 4:32 pm

We cook because we love to eat. We love to be full. Full of food, full of happiness, full of laughter and love. We love this fullness because it makes us feel complete. There is no room for error here.

Posted By Laurel On 12.01.2012 @ 3:33 pm

We cook because we love to eat. We love to be full. Full of food, full of joy, full of love. We feel so content, as if since our bodies cannot hold any more, we surely could not ask for anything else.

Posted By Laurel On 12.01.2012 @ 3:28 pm

He did not know himself quite as well as he should have, and so he took the path less travelled, thinking he would find his way. The path was not for him however, and he soon was lost. He turned around only to find the path on which he had been walking had disappeared.

Posted By Laurel On 11.30.2012 @ 5:30 pm

And he did not know himself as well as he should have, so he took the path less travelled and found that he could not walk that way. Turning around he found the path had disappeared.

Posted By Laurel On 11.30.2012 @ 1:22 pm

Like the rising sun we’ve raised ourselves above all others. We are gods in our concrete castles, untouchable by all those lesser. And we walk as if we have no eyes, but just a hunger and a greed for things we cannot feel

Posted By Laurel On 11.29.2012 @ 1:13 pm

soon i will have to wait again. soon doesnt exist. it is a term of relativity which is both always and never true. soon i will move out of my parents and fall deeply in love, get married. buy a house. have a career doing something, i dont know what, and have beautiful twin girls.

Posted By laurel On 11.25.2012 @ 5:03 pm

zone, i am in a no parking zone. dont know where that came from- from the zone perhaps. why does nobody on this thing really write what comes to mind without editing, trying to show off all the time. we are all so insecure- so in need of others constant approval, why dont we just see ourselves for the valuable, beautiful, gifted human individuals and collective that we all are?

Posted By Laurel On 08.16.2012 @ 12:28 pm

nerd patrol is the first thing i think of? how odd. i was just thinking about being horny and how whatever i write will probably have to do with that but the idea of a nerd patrol, some group of jockish jokes finding nerds and presumably humiliating them for being smarter and more interesting than they are, well that is not sexy at all.

Posted By Laurel On 07.19.2012 @ 5:37 pm

The feeling of chills drip down my spine as I glance over the audience. It’s almost as though the world has stopped to hear what you have to say.. Or sing.

Posted By Laurel On 07.01.2012 @ 6:14 am

A gladiotor i was. They say gladiators are so agressive but im actually a very sensitive guy. I like knitting, cooking, and espicially oprah man that women is a genius. I mean us gladiators have feelings too. It just makes me so upset when a guy tries to fight me . Like really bro what the hell did i do to you. And then the go off which just requires me to rip there head off. Its so upsetting.

Posted By Laurel On 04.25.2012 @ 2:43 pm