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Manners. Chivalry. Where has it gone? Why is it a bad thing to want to be treated like a lady, or that men have to be crass. Or women for that matter? Why are good manners, being kind bad? Why are girls crude? What gives them the idea it’s ok? Hmm. I wish for a simpler time, or a more genteel time.

Posted By Paige On 07.13.2011 @ 2:37 pm

Death- gripping everyone it can reach. Holding it, suffocating mass populations. Families, friends, acquaintances- that man you saw watering his lawn every single morning as you’d walk to school- Death. Swallowing us whole to feed its empty, growling stomach.

Posted By Paige On 07.12.2011 @ 3:14 pm

I used to call people this when I was really young. Now I have more suitable words. I grew a lot since then, and I’m proud of that. Not only did my vocabulary grow, I did as a person.

Posted By Paige On 07.11.2011 @ 4:38 am

the crane is free and has the capacity to fly as high as it can with no feeling of guilt or distress at all. pretty much i dont know what to write but this sounded interesting to look at.also i do not even know what a crane is but this little website thing told me to just write and not think so that is what i am doing also i have always just hated country music and everyone asks me why so i just say i dont know and then i started listening to it and now its kind of enjoyable, but just kind of.

Posted By paige On 07.03.2011 @ 3:20 pm

just hop on. take me to a place I’ve never been. I want to see the world. what are you carrying? coal? iron? people? train…rhymes with rain. pain. sane. lane. mane. gain. i don’t know much about trains but i hope i can someday learn more

Posted By Paige On 06.16.2011 @ 2:04 am

God, You are awesome. But I feel so happy, yet I feel this happiness is a distraction. I love you and I want to be the best for you, but why do I feel happiness is against that? I don’t know… but thank you. I owe you my life.

Posted By paige On 06.12.2011 @ 10:23 pm

I have a very beloved family. They mean everything to me. My boyfriend is very beloved too. Don’t know what I would do without the people in my life. Beloved can be broken up in to “be loved”.

Posted By Paige On 06.12.2011 @ 1:37 pm

Why do you think that we bury our loved ones? We have large processions and create pieces of stone to commemorate their lives, however this seems more for the living’s comfort rather then the deceased. Because really depending on what you believe, how is a big stone block and a wood box going to help or comfort you whether you’re in heaven, hell, or nirvana.

Posted By Paige On 06.11.2011 @ 7:28 pm

Forgetting is easy. It’s remembering that take it’s work. Forget that time when you made a fool of yourself; it’s in the past. Forget how when you were little you found a rock that was shaped like an elephant and thought it was cool. Remember. Don’t forget. Even that bad times. Even the hard stuff. Look at them as how you grew up. They all helped you learn. That elephant shaped rock taught you that art and shapes could be found anywhere. Getting embarrassed teaches you how to LIVE.

Posted By Paige On 06.07.2011 @ 2:30 pm

a color that is used commonly on uniforms, typically three colors or more used in a squarish fashion on an article of clothing. typically in skirt form or in a flannel shirt. its a pattern that was known well in 80′s and has recently come back into style around 2009.

Posted By Paige On 06.05.2011 @ 6:27 pm

Kindergarten: Barbie, duct tape holding it together. From then on, my backpacks got more sophisticated and more purposeful rather than the pink plastic wonder that was my 5 year old self. Basically my life is represented in backpacks.

Posted By Paige On 06.01.2011 @ 9:45 pm

Whats a montage? never heard of it. That would be an extraordinary name for a car or boat. A really high end car too. It would be red and would speed down the desert roads. It would symbolize the act of freedom. Running. Just running.

Posted By Paige On 05.31.2011 @ 8:14 pm

Remember the time by the water. I looked into your eyes in the quite of the night and kissed you on your lips. Contentment. Peace. Remember.

Posted By Paige On 05.30.2011 @ 3:02 pm

Remember me when you are gone. Remember the good times and the bad. Remember the laughter and the tears. Remember the heartache and the struggles. Remember the love that made it worth while. Remember me when you are gone.

Posted By Paige On 05.30.2011 @ 2:46 pm

the cowboy adjusted his boots, perhaps today he would not lose a limb in the battle for his beloved. His sideburns flapped in the wind, a steady reminder to have them trimmed after he survived this current showdown.

Posted By Paige On 05.30.2011 @ 12:32 am

It’s flavorful. You chew it. I don’t know. I’m not in a thinking mode. It’s yummy. I like it in ice cream. Andes Candies with mint is great. I love all peppermint, spearmint gum.

Posted By paige On 05.28.2011 @ 5:12 am

I love the taste of mints when they first hit your mouth. It’s a feeling that is both refreshing, yet peppery. I don’t know why, but mints mean fresh. I like fresh things in my mouth.

Posted By paige On 05.28.2011 @ 4:47 am

we sat in the booth i ran my tongue across my tooth the words they say-they dont really matter anyway when i have you by my side you put my worries aside take my hand and make me yours again feel me across the booth in your eyes i can see the truth

Posted By paige On 05.24.2011 @ 6:50 pm

They are soft and salted. I use to eat a tiny piece from my friends at MPH. Those were the fun days. I still see people walking around school eating them. They are not appealing now to me. They are just baked dough, you know? Dip them in cheap cheese and call it delicious.

Posted By Paige On 05.23.2011 @ 5:47 am

Once upon a time, there was a pretzel. His name was Perry.

Now, Perry wasn’t like the other pretzels. He was a glazed pretzel and rolled in sugar, like a donut.

The other salty pretzels mocked him for his sweetness.

But Perry was the one to laugh when the customers chose him over the salted ones.

Perry was special, yes. But he was sweet. <3

Posted By Paige On 05.22.2011 @ 6:09 pm

Someone stole my heart once. Never thought he could do it. I had kept it so close to me, but he knew just how to shimmy past the lock. Sometimes we forget that it only takes one second to let something happen. This was big. I never thought he could do it. Someone stole my heart once.

Posted By Paige On 05.23.2011 @ 5:22 pm

domestic means to be home. to have a home means to take care of it, and those chores are cleaning, cooking, laundry, etc. some people find being domestic peaceful.

Posted By paige On 05.21.2011 @ 4:40 am

I have never been much of a domestic. I’ve always wanted a home and a family, but never the responsibilities that come with it. However, recently I’ve found myself gardening and cooking more often. Call it boredom from being away from the town that I’ve come to love, but it is what it is. I love cooking now; I’m still not too big a fan of cleaning. Whatever the reason, I’m becoming more of a domestic every day.

Posted By Paige On 05.19.2011 @ 1:04 pm

domestic abuse. i’ve heard about it so many times, people say its so unavoidable, but I can see how a person can fall into the trap. it starts with a low self-esteem, and that coupled with a man who is domestically abusive its the perfect recipie for disaster. the girl stays in the relationship because she thinks he is all she has.

Posted By paige On 05.19.2011 @ 12:46 pm

mole on my toe people gasp and say oh no! silly friend, its just a mole deep down, its just a hole in the skin of my sole

Posted By paige On 05.18.2011 @ 5:21 pm

im curious about it all i drive people crazy i want to know everything to avoid the fall questions and questions i never just mention i need to know every little thing so i dont miss any simple thing

Posted By paige On 05.17.2011 @ 10:15 am

the mind is a curious thing, for who can ever really understand it? Not you, nor I, nor any kind of specialist can really understand what makes us do what we do. What gives us our curiosity anyway? The part that we don’t understand of course. The part that makes us want to learn and to grow and to experience and to know, is the part that nobody really understands at all.

Posted By Paige On 05.17.2011 @ 6:11 am

Everything in life, the small things, the big ones and everything in between can be forgotten. No matter how hard one tries, things will be put to the backs of our minds and somehow things will be forgotten, even if we wish we could remember them forever. Images and videos catch some of our memories, but even then they can become lost, broken, and forgotten through time.

Posted By Paige On 05.15.2011 @ 6:51 pm

i feel forgotten as the days pace without seeing your face. you say you love me, that you miss me than could ever be possible for someone like you. but i love you and i feel it throughout everything i am. the worst possible thing to be is to be forgotten. cause i would not be able to handle that, because of how much i love you. please dont make me forgotten.

Posted By paige On 05.15.2011 @ 1:07 pm

i stumble forward with the taste of vodka on my lips. i hate it but i love it at the same time, the truth comes out and it erases most of my doubt. under it the influence of it, everything is so hazy but miraculously clear.it makes me sad, because i realize how much i miss you

Posted By paige On 05.14.2011 @ 3:28 pm