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a term we see a lot when coming to write term papers and even receiving employment. A reference can also be made to other items in conversation.

Posted By lea On 01.07.2013 @ 8:31 am

Oh god, oh god, she passed out! Shit! Ist that wheezing sound natural? Doubt it, Oh look! Her inhaler! Crap, I broke it “911 what is your emergency?”

Posted By Lea On 09.13.2012 @ 2:55 pm

I need headphones to wear when I’m driving because I am on the phone CONSTANTLY. I love to wear my headphones at the gym. My headphones have sweat stuck in them. I wish I had some headphones right now. Mike always has his headphones on, damnit.

Posted By lea On 09.08.2012 @ 5:59 pm

Flex is the name of a german saw. It isn’t one in german but the english verb flexing is quite the opposite of a saw. It doesn’t kill, break, part. Flexing is just the movement of something that is bendable. Like our hands. You wouldn’t cut your hands off, would you?

Posted By Lea On 09.07.2012 @ 11:18 am

end of the week boring work no money sucks parents visit annoying hate it can’t do anything everything is closed

Posted By lea On 06.29.2012 @ 8:11 pm

i’ve already written for this, can i choose a new word because its getting old and familiar like the ocean. I love the ocean though, with its tender yet deadly force. demonstrate a bit a of love in this world and we’ll all find what we’ve been searching for with war

Posted By lea On 03.07.2012 @ 7:21 pm

i think of drug demonstrations and riots in the cities. especially with wall street. i never get why they is so much hate, but the word could rhyme with many words like in a song. i keep thinking of the fox and the hound.

Posted By lea On 03.07.2012 @ 7:18 pm

Swings are awesome. They’re very fun to play on, no matter how old you get. Sometimes, if the swing breaks underneath of you, it can be really embarrassing or funny depending on who is watching. If a friend is watching and you’re just out having fun, then it’s funny. If it’s somebody that you don’t know very well, it’s embarrassing.

Posted By Lea On 03.07.2012 @ 7:43 am

your sweat pouring over my body making me moan with love desire and hope for more more and sweet and loving and pain you wash the pain away with your sweat each and every time you touch me i love you.

Posted By lea On 03.03.2012 @ 9:44 pm

the cup is always half full or half empty idk this is gay what the hell am i even writing i ate half an apple today half of on orange i am eating an orange starburst what oh dear lord crap i have no time left this sucked well im sorry ye okay bye wow im not creative at all ye okokokokok omgomgogm i suck at this SAHSHHDSH.

Posted By lea On 09.30.2011 @ 10:20 am

on account of my divorce i am a better person. i am in school and doing better than i have ever been. i found the man of my dreams who actually treats me with love and respect. i have a wonderful house, two awesome dogs, i’m on the honor roll. on account of being beaten and wounded i am stronger than i have ever been. i now stand up for myself.

Posted By lea On 09.15.2011 @ 10:47 am

I wish I had the answers to every question. Then I would not feel so lost in this world anymore. Answers are what I need in this world, because I feel so confused about everything. I need them like a drug. I need answers now and forever. With them, I will not feel so horrible anymore.

Posted By lea On 08.11.2011 @ 7:08 pm

I have something to write about thunder. Thunder makes me feel nice. It’s loud and it blocks other noises and I feel it gives me time to think. When it thunders I feel like my head and my thoughts are in this empty place and I can pour them into there and lock them and look at them later with more clarity. I like thunder.

Posted By Lea On 07.27.2011 @ 8:04 am

Morals are tricky. I can barley think of what to say. Morals are what you think is right or should be implied as right as a person. So there. That’s what morals are.

Posted By Lea On 06.26.2011 @ 12:42 pm

Cells are all about science. i HAD AN EVIL SCIENCE TEACHER WHO ATTEMPTDD TO TEACH ME ABOUT CELLs. I mean, it was kinda awful. i don’t care about germ or zygote cells. like seriously? who does. not me for sure. the end. no really. i don’t know. i hate cells. yeah.. not liking them at all….. never will.

Posted By Lea On 06.21.2011 @ 2:01 pm

His sadness and obsession was painted, painted all over him. The artist stood before him, speaking of manufactured feelings, and the canvas, he wept because he feared all his paint, the paint all over, had never been true. Before reaction could breach the sky, the artist tore through that canvas, once again, and wiped it clean, so shamelessly. I hate the painter, and pity the canvas… I pity the canvas.

Posted By Lea On 06.06.2011 @ 11:45 pm

domestic abuse is rising as poverty increases. Its becoming so unbearable that many police cases are now mainly surrounded by domestic abuse.

Posted By lea On 05.19.2011 @ 4:01 pm

its like a big open space…there;s nothing around you, but you. Do you ever think that someone or something had to create this masterpiece. When did it come and when will it go. Do you have any idea? Neither do I.

Posted By Lea On 04.02.2011 @ 5:45 pm

I fiddled with my hands, my eyes dodging around the room. Four police officers sat across from me on the other side of the cold aluminum table; one was smoking, two lounging, one with his head in his hands. The last lifted his head at me and gave me another exasperated high-eyebrow look. I gave a small smile. He sighed. “One more time, kid, what happened? What did you see?”. I opened my mouth, and the words flew out. “Well, I was walking down the beige- grey?- no, beige sidewalk when I looked up (the sky was pretty grey that day so I stared at it for a while) and then I kept walking, and looked at…” he cut in, “That’s enough! Now tell me, SPECIFICALLY, what did you see of the murder?”

Posted By Lea On 03.02.2011 @ 1:01 pm

I think pills can either save or destroy people. Our brains rely on certain chemicals, and it’s like sometimes those aren’t produced the right amount naturally–pills help that, but they can become a dependency. They can be abused, too, like anything can. So is it better to be better off on your own, or dependent but capable?

Posted By Lea On 02.06.2011 @ 9:44 pm

how come no one reports love crimes? hate crimes are always reported but what about love crimes? what is a love crime? a crime out of love, or hate or both it is unclear to me what seperates the two

Posted By lea On 01.28.2011 @ 10:55 am

I hold your secrets and memories. I hold them in darkness. They cannot escape unless you search for them. So come. Come into my depths. Relive. Rediscover. Remember.

Posted By Lea On 01.25.2011 @ 7:54 pm

I rocketed from the gates, my hooves striking the wet turf hard. The hot bodies of my competitors pressed against me, and my long legs stretched for the finish. My breath huffed through my lungs as I galloped forward under the guiding hand of my rider.

Posted By Lea On 01.24.2011 @ 7:38 pm

Success is relative. What the world deems succesfull is more often than not a person who has lost his soul trying to make more money than he has. I think success is finding your self, knowing exactly what you want from life, and getting it…even if it is something as unambitious as being an amazing librarian…so get out there & live your own success story!

Posted By Lea On 01.04.2011 @ 10:08 am

notice how valuable time is. How little you can do in 60 seconds. I have hardly had time to think about the word…and yet here are words flowing without any meaning. Notice how my sentence is incomplete; just notice.

Posted By Lea On 01.03.2011 @ 2:42 am

A huge panel is right in front of me. What is written, I can’t really tell, but I guess some they I’ll just figure it out. A panel? why is it there. Probably someone put it there for me to notice something going on in my life…

Posted By Lea On 10.23.2010 @ 8:03 pm

again. this certain picture. its great. it simply gives me the feeling of beeing special. its just about the moment of watching. watching keep on … sometimes it could even happen that the good feeling tunrs into …

Posted By lea On 09.23.2010 @ 8:33 am

I made myself stand up and run across the room, into her waiting arms. My mother laughed, smiling and twirling me around. She set me down, brushing my bangs out of my eyes.

“Julianne,” she murmured, brushing her lips across my forehead.

Posted By Lea On 07.28.2010 @ 8:26 pm

clasn..i don’t even know what the hell that means. kind of like class minus the other s and with a n. hmmm don’t know. clasn clasn.

Posted By lea On 05.24.2010 @ 1:14 pm

Water splashes me in the face as a pain erupts in my abdomen. I am screaming. I want to stop, walk away, but I can’t. With tears streaming down my face, I look at the glossy magazine photos of beautiful models next to my feet and remember that I’ll never measure up. Hunched over, I’m ready to go again.

Posted By Lea On 04.28.2009 @ 11:45 pm