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i am sitting in my bedroom on stumble upon.com it is 11:28pm right now. now is ranslated to ahora in spanish. I really should be asleep now but I am not. Now is this singular moment, and every millisecond there is a new now. Now is an illusion of time.

Posted By mb On 12.26.2012 @ 8:31 pm

You start to hear the nuances of the language after a few months. The tones and lilts hat previously evaded you come to light and you are entered into a new realm of comprehension. All you have to do is listen and what didn’t appeal becomes familiar.

Posted By MB On 05.03.2012 @ 8:11 pm

Separate people, separate lives bought together under a rice coloured sky in a heat and humidity where things ferment faster than elsewhere. No expectations, no promise but the potential for two tracks to merge invites fanciful thoughts. Separate personalities, a Gemini, inner and outer self, social and a loner, a God and a Devil. Who’ve I got today?

Posted By MB On 05.02.2012 @ 9:42 pm

I walked through the maze. It was dark, confusing, and disorienting. Walls were mirrors, corners were inevitable. Damn you maze. I’m so lost.

Posted By MB On 02.13.2012 @ 10:57 am

Plans – everyone has them, but no one does. I sometimes plan, not enought actually. I’ve had really good plans and I’ve had not so good plans. I’ve wondered why I don’t like planning – I like executing a plan and concluding a plan, but maybe I don’t plan because i don’t like where its going? You can plan too much just as easy as not planning enough.

Posted By MB On 01.25.2012 @ 9:52 am

things come from this like the water based therum of flowers. Don’t you think that the sticky liquid from a plant is similar to that of cum? therefore do plants love getting broken? its an interesting thought thats no doubt wrong but this is a really

Posted By mb On 07.05.2011 @ 3:43 pm

The painted kitchen floor was peeling from years of little feet running in circles around the island. Mom often thought of refinishing the floor, but what would be the point now?

Posted By mb On 06.07.2011 @ 6:23 am

Plaid is fun and wild on the Scottish moors. Bagpipes playing and kilts blowing in the winds. Simmer picnics with fresh fruit and ants marching across the blanket. It is colorful and wild, crazy and fun.

Posted By MB On 06.06.2011 @ 9:21 am

temped is not true in the valley where it lays at your feet nibbled at

Posted By MB On 05.17.2011 @ 1:15 pm

Make no bones about it, they say. What does that even mean? Maybe it’s silly to always question what it is that we’re saying when we say something, but how many times have I let words slip out of my mouth before realizing exactly what they might mean to the other person. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounds,” people say. Well, how did you mean it? And why didn’t it sound that way? Because people fail to consider just what the words they’re saying might mean.

Posted By MB On 05.11.2011 @ 11:58 am

She wanted to console her friend, but she didn’t know how to go about it. She knew that Sarah had gone through so much, so where to begin? Should she hug her? let her cry? talk to her. revealing such a big secret was hard for Sarah.

Posted By MB On 05.10.2011 @ 10:49 pm

endless gone I’ve gone let go less dawn than less days done

Posted By mb On 01.21.2011 @ 1:49 am

the boa constrictor became bloated. that mouse was just too big. his stomach hurt. how would he be able to survive if he couldn’t move? this was going to be bad, he just knew it. he shouldn’t have eaten that last mouse. oh no..

Posted By mb On 12.18.2010 @ 8:03 am

Hmmm. I feel made tonight. What should we use as the meaning for the word made? As in, tired? Sexy? Fucked up? Well, more like, drunk? Nah, that wouldn’t be a good one. How about, “Dude, I totally made tonight.” That would mean getting some booty.

Posted By MB On 07.28.2010 @ 1:48 pm

So the maid is buffing the tables. Then in walks her master. He walks right up to her and slaps her in the face. She curtsies nicely and says, “Thank you sir,” and then leaves. His wife walks in, and asks to see his palm. She sees the red mark, kisses him, packs her bags, and leaves.

Posted By MB On 07.27.2010 @ 8:08 pm

I’m strung up on ambition Bill Hader Saturday Night Live, all of these things. What am I really going after? Do I want to write for a living? Of course. Do I want to do it for the right reasons? Well, that remains to be seen, doesn’t it?

Posted By MB On 07.26.2010 @ 6:50 pm

Half a dozen eggs is half a dozen too many for me. I don’t eat eggs. I find them difficult to make and even more difficult to keep. Also, getting things ready to make eggs to time consuming. I had a dream last night that I was writing a sketch about eggs. It was this woman from Brooklyn. She told her daughter that they didn’t eat eggs in her house because they were vegetarians. Even the cat couldn’t drink cow’s milk.

Posted By MB On 07.25.2010 @ 5:48 pm

I feel complete every time I write something amazing. It’s kind of incredible, really, to think about the power of writing. This will be my first time doing this WebSite. I want to be funny, I want to be witty. I feel the most complete when I can write things that make people laugh. I want to laugh.

Posted By MB On 07.24.2010 @ 3:05 pm

fireflies and cigarette smoke are the only memories I have of my father. now that we live in florida, we don’t even get the fireflies. I’ve been thinking about quitting smoking.

Posted By MB On 04.30.2010 @ 8:57 pm

fall beam me up and ride into the clouds i love a free ride birds of paradise swoop romeo oh romeo wherefore art thou romeo sudden impact freedom

Posted By MB On 05.11.2009 @ 7:22 am

serious and quite. a serious mood with facial expressions or little color, body language

Posted By mb On 07.17.2008 @ 7:56 am

galeria, rustic, ancient, gothic, modern, engineerind, dimensions in which we get lost, the art in which we discover, the life that we seek, but cannot have, only in art is it possible.

Posted By MB On 08.09.2009 @ 11:38 pm

as she kneels down clutching her stomach in agony she lays her cheeck down upon the cool, tiled floor as everything fades to black

Posted By mb On 07.31.2009 @ 9:15 am

what drives him to do this? to hide the emotions so evident

waves of melancholy lap up from him onto my small island of bliss

soon to be obliterated by the heart stopping for lonely desire

Posted By mb On 07.29.2009 @ 11:24 am

i walked on the dusty gravel crunching underneath my feet i go and pick it out it’s perfect and it’s mine and the first time i drive in my car i ride with only him holding my hand

Posted By mb On 07.28.2009 @ 5:50 am

he clutched my hand with his wrinkled one he weezed his last wish into my ear so open to anything he asked all he wanted though was to hold my baby girl and his grand daughter one last time

Posted By mb On 07.27.2009 @ 4:22 pm

stop for a second and think is this how you really feel? or do you just want attention from me? back up to when everything was much simpler fast forward to happy times play and just live life and before you take one more step just pause

Posted By mb On 07.24.2009 @ 1:34 pm

i remove it slowly from my fingers calloused by the winter winds my fingernail polish slides away as if by magic

Posted By mb On 07.23.2009 @ 11:14 am

THE TWO TREES

Posted By MB On 07.22.2009 @ 11:04 am

Many things grow. We all grow up. So do those around us. Our fear can grow too. Often as we grow up.

Posted By MB On 07.21.2009 @ 9:09 pm