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He was a clumsy person. Yes, I know what you’re thinking. some Disney goof who slides around knocking about everything in their way. But that was not the case – in his opinion, it was like a curse, as though his legs had a tendency to end up where they didn’t belong and trip him over in the process.

Posted By Lili On 11.28.2009 @ 4:45 am

Pumpkins are orange. They remind me of childhood and the Halloween when I was forced to dress up as Elmo. It was rather traumatizing. My brother loves pumpkin pie. I hate him.

Posted By Lili On 11.26.2009 @ 10:38 pm

i like to play banjo it reminds me of mango and im thinking about how i clicked go and then saw the word banjo um… im going in a circle… circles, squares,triangles hmmm……. i like pizza thats a triangle. sometimes its a square or a circle…..

Posted By lili On 11.26.2009 @ 4:05 pm

How did it feel like? She couldnt remember. All she saw was the big, smooth face of the nurse before she fainted. There was something cold, hollow and terrible behind her eyes. But when she opened her mouth to scream, her breath was stolen.

Posted By Lili On 11.25.2009 @ 1:31 am

how does it feel like when everyone is watching? I never knew. but did I want to? did I want to stand in the blinding glare of attention? what was it about the world of my spectators that was so much more dazzlingly bright than my own existence? I never understood why she chased it. never.

Posted By Lili On 11.24.2009 @ 7:31 am

how did she handle herself in that situation? gallantly. so perfectly, in fact, that I almost rotted with jealousy everytime I saw that pristinely still face that showed not even the slightest amount of weakness.

Posted By Lili On 11.20.2009 @ 3:27 am

I went as fast as I could. Can you imagine it? just letting go, no brakes, no stops, feet flying forward as if they would never stop. That is freedom – the force of air rushing into your lungs.

Posted By Lili On 12.05.2009 @ 9:48 pm

i put my things on the tray. the cup, it’s saucer, some sugar, the small pot of cream, a slice of tiramisu. all very well organized on the tray, i might add. it’s a rather small tray, but i managed to fit everything on it.

Posted By lili On 12.24.2009 @ 7:20 am

Alignment means straight, not crooked, slanted, broken or dented, on the straight and narrow, you must be aligned with the stars, your child

Posted By lili On 12.20.2009 @ 5:30 pm

alignment

Posted By lili On 12.20.2009 @ 5:28 pm

i already wrote about sage. but i will do it again. sage is still something i am not familiar with. i love nick. i knkow that has nothing to do with sage but i cannot help tell the world! i think sage is like something leafy? that is what it reminds me of. maybe im wrong.

Posted By Lili On 12.19.2009 @ 6:37 pm

sage is the color, os maybe a type of scent of something? im ont exactly sure. cut whatever it is, people like it. there are a lot of typors in this paragrahg, becayse im trying to go fast with writing about sage. but im off topic now and time is oue now.

Posted By lili On 12.19.2009 @ 6:35 pm

there are thirteen women on this bus each sporting a different ‘do the woman three seats down and to the left leans toward the woman behind her and says ‘d’you think this one will get me the man I want?’

and her companion, with the three inch spike in back and four inch ‘fro on top says

‘honey, any man want you for yo hair ain’t no man ‘tall.’

Posted By Lili On 03.31.2010 @ 7:05 pm