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a song forgotten, or so I thought. It´s not until I heard it playing from that music box in the gift shop showcase that I remembered. That I realized.

It was a song of hatered and death.

Posted By matt On 05.20.2013 @ 4:12 am

People come and tell me stories. Or sometimes I tell them stories. The main thing is that I sit on one side of the table and they’ll sit on the other and for a few minutes you just tell a story. Sometimes it’s funny, sometime’s it’s sad. They’re usually true, but I suspect the lies tell you even more.

Posted By Matt On 05.06.2013 @ 2:03 pm

Metro. The city. The City. Hustle and bustle and craziness and a roar and a silence all at the same time. A good day.

Posted By Matt On 04.19.2013 @ 1:45 am

I’m attracted to life. It is my passion, I want it to be my passion. Once I can get over all the bullshit that destracts me from life, I truly begin to live. I will suffer through life and I will embrace it, and it will be beautiful. I’m attracted to the thrill of it

Posted By matt On 04.13.2013 @ 4:30 pm

The sea tore apart the underbelly of the boat like the teeth of a bread knife rip through a loaf of bread. There were crew members catapulted from starboard to port. Finally, the chain became loose and the anchor plummeted to the sea bed.

Posted By Matt On 04.12.2013 @ 1:18 am

He knew he was in trouble.

He gained the courage to glance at the altitude metre on the dashboard. It confirmed to him that his perspiration was warranted. He pondered his life in a moment as his plane gracefully careered into the deep blue.

Posted By Matt On 04.10.2013 @ 2:06 am

this here word make me feel like, well i suppose its been quite a while since i done gotted punished :3

Posted By Matt On 04.08.2013 @ 9:20 am

It was the winter of 1986. All the fields has frozen over in the stark town of Jongville, a quaint slice of home nestled between the bustling city of Haytown and the cold and corporate drivetrain of Motor City. A plague came and everyone in Jongville suddenly became ill, resulting in the blackening of all genitals, which promptly fell off. Doctors around the country were astounded at the quickness and potency of this plague, what experts were calling, “The Blacker Plague.” I only hope my grandchildren will know that it wasn’t always this way. That humans used to die with their genitals attached.

Posted By Matt On 03.31.2013 @ 3:45 am

I be gettin bronze from my socal sun, and therefore I got some serious swag. When i put my bro tank on and get in my truck I tell my friends im about to get my bronze on. bronze, i may be but im sure as hell not third but first cuz im da man

Posted By matt On 03.28.2013 @ 9:22 pm

The muddy boots were strewn in the corner. I dnt know what to write right now. im tired and i just want to sleep under a tree on a warm summer day with the smell of freshness pass through my nostrils. How relaxing and invigorating it would be

Posted By matt On 03.23.2013 @ 2:37 pm

The bricks that built the city were made in south america, in the horsetooth valley to be specific. they call it horse tooth because its filled with shrubs that horses go nuts for, but the shrubs are difficult to eat due to their strength, so every now and again the horses tooth will be pulled out by the bush. Well these bushes eventually drop the teeth and they fall into the soil. Soil isnt the best word, its more like concrete when its dry and clay when its wet. Anyway this valley has been traveled on horse back for centuries and it is quite safe, so camp is usually set up in horsetooth valley. you can see where im going with this cant you? when camp is set up the horses are tie right next to a roe of shrubbery bursting with ripe leaves and berries. the horse go nuts. by the time the troop has gone through the valley the horses need dentures. Well anyway my dad is from the horse tooth area and his father was a construction worker, and his job most of the time was to lay bricks. Well he taught my dad when my dad was of age to work, but when the war broke out he left his family and friends in the horsetooth area to go to america. He still keeps in contact with them and one of his good friends, Carlo, owns the land which encompasses the valley. Thats where he gets his bricks

Posted By matt On 03.22.2013 @ 2:33 pm

I was pained when I had heard she left. No goodbye, no note. No clue or hint that she was to pack up and leave that thursday evening. I am blindsided by her absence. Why did she leave. Where is she going. I know the answers, but I still ask why it has to hurt so bad. I was nothing to her, but I was made everything with her.

Posted By matt On 03.19.2013 @ 5:11 pm

Cities are often piled high with dreams. Such dreams are built, and often destroyed in such cities. One can find who they are in a city, even if they come to regret doing so. You can’t escape it once you know the truth.

Posted By Matt On 03.18.2013 @ 8:19 am

Does not go away with time. Is perpetually on your mind, always in your face, nagging and confronting you, whether you know it or not. Physical objects come and go, but emotions can be eternal, even after death.

Posted By Matt On 03.13.2013 @ 11:20 am

the silence of the lambs screams against my ears. A pure lamb led to slaughter keeps the world from falling into darkness. A pure lamb walking to slaughter leads the world into light. The lamb is mightier than the lion.

Posted By matt On 03.05.2013 @ 8:28 am

the man was beading out in the dimmed alley. he needed to get to a hospital before it was to late. he crawled to the street

Posted By Matt On 02.26.2013 @ 5:05 pm

i want to paint you in gold. and make you features beam like the sun. and lie to you you lied to me. i am not exaggerating this is happening right now i can’t find my fingers or my toes, now my hands and feet are gone and i am losing it. times up.

Posted By matt On 02.24.2013 @ 5:35 pm

my brain is weathered. I cant seem to focus on what I want to do. I am tired and beaten. Beaten by my lack of work and by myself. I don’t even give myself a chance. My brain is weathered. The ripples are carved deep like wood

Posted By matt On 02.20.2013 @ 9:00 pm

One day a salesman walked up to me and asked if I would like to see something that would change my life. I said ” Sure, who wouldn’t like to see life altering objects.”

Posted By Matt On 02.07.2013 @ 12:10 pm

People make claims all the time. Most of the time they can back them up, but what really annoys me is when people cannot. Especially when they are grand claims. My philosophy professor claims that there is an ultimate morality and that ethics are essentially set in stone. Those are some grand claims, but has he given us any evidence? Nope.

Posted By Matt On 02.07.2013 @ 12:25 am

Wall… a wall has many physical benefits sukajdflkdsfsadkjlhginawrilanhdsligjakasdlkfjkljafjdfa and the princess dies. Everyone mourned and everyone was aware of their malignant malpractice. Neither of which knew the effects they would both have one the health of one another.

Posted By Matt On 02.03.2013 @ 10:31 pm

Hello. To myself, perhaps in the future I say to you, well done. Give yourself a pat on the back, you’ve deserved it. I like your new haircut, I like you shoes. Your how old, you bloody bastard. Congratulations on living, be happy and one day we might speak again.

Posted By Matt On 01.27.2013 @ 6:54 am

i think about going to a big shed and all i hear is a loud garbled noise of a lot people talking all at once and visiting, also think about talking about nonsense with friends and i like visiting with people i like instead of annoying folks

Posted By Matt On 01.22.2013 @ 9:30 am

Visits are beautiful. Whether it is family, friends, or a significant other, visiting people is healthy and wonderful. They bring back emotions left in the past which may be positive or negative, but definitely good. Visiting is good for the heart.

Posted By Matt On 01.22.2013 @ 1:01 am

Visit me in my little world. I’ve spend enough time in yours. Visit me in my little paradise, which is so much better than yours. Feel the wind fly across, leaving us without a care. You will never find a place like this anywhere, anywhere.

Posted By Matt On 01.21.2013 @ 3:01 pm

I like to sweep. Sweeping is fun. One time I swept a hamster under a rug, then stepped on it. Haha, not really. Just kidding. But one time I swept termites into a koi pond. I remember my sister getting a toy broom one time.

Posted By Matt On 01.16.2013 @ 12:51 pm

Speech. To speak. To communicate with one another. We are a globalized society. This development in our species is an extremely recent one, and one that continues to rapidly evolve every day. But the way we communicate has thus far remained unchanged. How can we continue speaking in different tongues. We are all people, and until we learn to collectively communicate and understand one another fully, we will never progress to our fullest potential.

Posted By Matt On 01.14.2013 @ 7:30 pm

A question we have all thought about. When will OUR end be? It’s interesting, it is such an inevidable and concretely placed event in all of our lives, and yet it sparks the most profound feeling in all of us. Only the dead know the answer for sure.

Posted By Matt On 01.13.2013 @ 7:50 pm

How much money do you have? What is the amount? This seems to be the single most important thing in our culture today. Amount. We’re under the impression more is better; sometimes it is. It comes down to the amount of soul you have.

Posted By matt On 01.02.2013 @ 10:57 pm

Now I am sitting here on a couch in my grandparents’ house. I’ve been here for a couple of days now, and quite frankly it’s a lot different than it used to be. Not necessarily better or worse, but what tends to happen as I grow is that things change with me. Not so for this place. Timeless, ageless, a rock.

Posted By Matt On 12.27.2012 @ 10:24 am