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oh the dashboard melted but we still have the radio. that is a modet mouse song that my older brother introduced to me. he and i have a strained relationship because of how distant he has always been because of his depression. recently we have somewhat connected because I told him that I smoked weed and now we sometimes smoke together. I wish he liked me for other things though.

Posted By Quinn On 04.09.2013 @ 7:17 pm

The musicality of his tone when he skrieked in her face was very commenable. He spat words and sentences of pure musical genius. I couldn’t have do it better myself.

Posted By Quinn On 01.23.2013 @ 2:25 pm

Another horridly unwanted visit from my brother. No matter how many times my wife and I tell him he needs to get his life together and get a hold of himself before he can come back he manages to wander into my house every couple of months.

Posted By Quinn On 01.21.2013 @ 11:13 am

When applied, these skills can exponentially increase your social activity. You’ll be rolling in new friends. And don’t even get e started on relationships. Just think of it as a cheat code for life.

Posted By Quinn On 01.21.2013 @ 11:10 am

I applied myself at the stressful job interview. Constant questioning ade for a stressful situation where my self control skill that I read about would come in handy. Not to mention all the practicing in the mirror I had done.

Posted By Quinn On 01.21.2013 @ 11:06 am

i applied this concept to the game. i wanted so desperately to be loved, for you to think of me as valuable and precious. i did what i thought i was supposed to, but i rushed the process and that’s why it ended differently than it could’ve.

Posted By Quinn On 01.21.2013 @ 7:48 am

stir stir stir the pot. Watch it bubble and pop.Can you hear the children in the next room? The house is warm and the air thick with love. The close memories of winter.

Posted By Quinn On 12.15.2012 @ 12:56 pm

It could mean that you want to get higher if you like doing drugs. Lots of people do drugs. Caffiene and alcohol are considered drugs so pretty much everyone does them. My aunt though doesn’t drink alcohol or coffee but she drinks coke so that counts i guess.

Posted By Quinn On 12.04.2012 @ 1:27 pm

I want you to die. That is what would satisfy me. While, that, and turkey. But turkey is harder to come by, so I’ll stick with death. Yeah, death sounds nice. I’m going to take a knife, carve the turkey, and then kill someone. How does this equal satisfaction? I’m not really sure. It sounds like it could be fun though. I’ll have to find someone to help me though, these kinds of things are no fun when you are doing them alone. Maybe that guy sitting on the opposite side of the street? Yeah, that could work.

Posted By Quinn On 11.19.2012 @ 7:20 pm

I took another step forward. The feeling of insecurity was slowly fading away but my heart was still unsure. I didn’t know what to think; my mind was conflicted. On one side, maybe this could help me. Maybe this was in my favor. But on the other hand, what if it was my ruin, my destruction? What if it destroyed everything I had worked for? Was it a risk I could take? Was it a risk I was brave enough to take? Or was I just going to take one step forward and then two steps back again?

Posted By Quinn On 11.01.2012 @ 1:02 pm

cursed with school, cursed with being white, cursed with being rich. brought to tears by the power going out because of the snow storm. roads are out, stuck in the house, stuck with books.

Posted By Quinn On 02.12.2013 @ 9:32 am

I never thought I would feel like this. It was almost like every single piece of me had faded away into nothingness. My heart was dead. Though it continued to beat and blood continued to pump through veins, I still wasn’t alive. What’s alive anyway?

Posted By Quinn On 09.16.2012 @ 2:06 pm

Whether I want to or not, whether I feel or do not, whether she will love me or not, whether I will get married to her or not, whether she cares for me at all or not, whether she actually loves me back to or not, whether I will find another girl or not, I think i will end up happy.

Posted By Quinn On 09.05.2012 @ 11:05 pm

link link link slow link link link . . . . . . .dropped link . . . . . . . . . redialing ………….. link link link …..burp ^^^^^ Ooops! …… redialing!

Posted By Quinn On 07.04.2012 @ 3:13 pm

Bam the gun has sounded the race is on they are curving round corner one corner two it looks like james lead has been a brief one because now lachlan has taking first and won the race.

Posted By quinn On 06.12.2012 @ 4:29 pm

These are synonyms for brief.

short limited quick small amount less time

Posted By quinn On 06.12.2012 @ 4:26 pm

the quiet in here is very brief almost as brief as a lightning strike or very quick thunder. the race car took a brief second to finish the track.

Posted By quinn On 06.12.2012 @ 4:20 pm

this is a very brief amount of time to type im trying my hardest to think of something briefly.

Posted By quinn On 06.12.2012 @ 4:19 pm

wtf, the last word I was given was grind too. I dislike this word. It can be sexy ala the bump and grind or it can immidiately make your brain go “nose against the grind’ which is where I am now. Grr. Want a new word. Do not like this one. It makes me stressed and I have enough of that in my life right w/out having to write about the word “grind” thankyouverymuch.

Posted By Quinn On 06.07.2012 @ 12:13 pm

I listen for the gong. I hear it ring through the air and sprint in the direction of the Cornucopia, closer, closer. I grab a backpack and a crossbow before running off into the woods, getting far away from the bloodbath taking place at the Cornucopia. Then night comes and the Capitol’s anthem plays. Twelve dead. I survived the first night of The Hunger Games.

Posted By Quinn On 04.21.2012 @ 5:57 pm

i once crapped on a desk. although it was really sad because i realized i was crapping on a woman’s breasts, but then i was like “hey this is awesome” and we did it. that was a good desk-y experience. i like desks more now. :)

Posted By Quinn On 04.15.2012 @ 11:09 pm

as i stare at the branches on the trees outside, i realize that they’re just a part of the tree. and in those parts are smaller parts and smaller parts. and i come to see it as a mechanism. little parts made up of littler parts make the tree what it is. but, i catch myself. it’s more than little parts. instead, i look at the big part. i appreciate the life and the beauty of the tree as a whole.

Posted By Quinn On 04.07.2012 @ 11:44 am

hood. trayvon martin wore a hood. but i don’t really understand why that’s the center of this whole thing. everyone wears hoods. black, white, latino. i wore a hood yesterday, i didn’t get shot. i just don’t get why the hood is the big deal. what about the fact that a seventeen year old boy was shot.

Posted By Quinn On 04.05.2012 @ 10:56 am

You flipped me over. Your big hands placed upon my shoulder forced my body to shift. I was cradled in your arms now. Don’t let go, I thought. Please, just don’t. But, you did. It was never anything more than sex for you. I get that. I get that I agreed to that. “You’re okay, right?” you’d ask me. “Yeah, of course. I’m fine.” But I wasn’t…. I wanted more. More of you. More of that feeling.

Posted By Quinn On 04.03.2012 @ 7:58 pm

flip. flipping around. that’s how my emotions are right about now. up and down on a roller coaster and i don’t know what to do to stop it. i don’t know how to stabilize them. i want the prozac to work, i really really really do, but if you look at me objectively I seem happy, but I’m still this depressed cutter who sees no way out.

Posted By quinn On 04.03.2012 @ 7:54 pm

The word is pattern. Patterns occur everywhere in nature, and I think that patterns are something innately understood by human beings. We see them everywhere we go, and we can create them from shapes and objects in our minds that we have never physically seen. Snowflakes, trees, flowers, are just some examples.

Posted By Quinn On 03.16.2012 @ 8:52 am

I’m following you where do you go? You run from me around this tree please come back it’s all okay just say yes and live with me in our own beehive

Posted By Quinn On 01.25.2012 @ 8:08 pm

you don’t understand anything. you don’t appreciate culture wisdom, or opinion. You make a fool out or yourself and are completely ignorant. You should be ashamed.

Posted By Quinn On 09.28.2011 @ 8:29 pm

I got PRESSED into a large cheese grater today, it hurt. HOWEVER! As I was being slowly shredded up into millions of random, jaggedy little slices, I found myself thinking about my life… maybe investing in the world’s largest cheese grater wasn’t the best Idea after all…. :D

Posted By Quinn On 09.25.2011 @ 8:07 pm

i have no idea what this word means. sounds liek a planting error. i cxan’y spell augh sixty seconds is longer than i thought…. wow… i guess frantic squirrel typing pace is kinda over kill. oh well… now i have more time to feel like a jack ass for not knowing the word.

Posted By quinn On 08.19.2011 @ 5:04 pm