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The rage transcends through words. Turning into some postmortem affair. I cannot control myself. I become violent.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.21.2011 @ 12:17 am

It’s something we have all done at one point in our life. We have all experienced it. It is harmful to yourself and to others. It is one of the many things that is killing so many people ,and it is why our world will never be peaceful.

Posted By rebecca On 07.20.2011 @ 12:57 pm

loud and makes a mega noise, but not phoney because a phone is something you make a call on, though I suppose in some ways it could be considered like a telecommunications device as you are speaking in some contexts to spread information and perhaps get an answer. But it’s not fake phoney, it’s still a megaphone.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.20.2011 @ 10:58 am

The coach screamed. The director screamed. The protestor screamed. The construction worker screamed. The Megaphone had a headache.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.19.2011 @ 12:48 pm

There are many trophies in the UK. From trophies for achievement to trophies left by dogs that you unwittingly step in. Let’s face it, trophies are ultimately just another thing to boast about, a physical manifestation of what? Nothing worthwhile- just egotistical notions and upper-class bragging rights.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.19.2011 @ 5:49 am

Better to be hit with sticks than stones, I hear. What you hear sticks with you. I don’t like the word “sticks” that much. Sticky is better . What is this website and will I like it? Should I bookmark it? I’m sick…that’s a lot like stick. I’m not in the mood to do this, but I want to try it to see if I like it. What’s the next word, I wonder. Sticks, sticks, sticks. Sticks and stones may break my bones.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.17.2011 @ 5:37 pm

A dirty disgusting thing. Kills people. Causes death. Evil. Addictive.

Posted By rebecca On 07.17.2011 @ 10:59 am

cigarette, instrument of death cigarette, saving grace cigarette, social outcast cigarette, marketing manipulation cigarette, stinky butts cigarette, end of a tough day cigarette, end of a tough life

Posted By Rebecca On 07.16.2011 @ 10:48 pm

Light up. The burn you feel when you inhale sears like never before. It heals but kills. Hold. You hold in to feel euphoria. Exhale. There is no relief. Repeat.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.15.2011 @ 12:20 pm

respect, sometimes you show respect and have to be and look formal for some whether its a party or not and sometimes, you can be a little kid and wear a bow to look pretty (:

Posted By rebecca On 07.14.2011 @ 8:43 pm

i have no etiquette really i just kind of do whatever although i know when i need to mannerly (if thats a word) i always am ya know? i just fix myself up for whoever needs to see me that way. sounds weird. its not like im not myself with people. i am. i just know how to act :) lolol theres still time left la la la di daaaa derp derp herp

Posted By rebecca On 07.13.2011 @ 8:12 pm

To be treated in such a foul way, disgusts me. Playing constant games. Tossing and turning into an obsequious waste. Boys do not have proper etiquette when it comes to love.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.13.2011 @ 6:20 pm

in the way should act towards others in soieciety , manners

Posted By Rebecca On 07.13.2011 @ 3:16 pm

It kills. It will eat you alive. It will devour you into an endless abyss. Shutting you down and never letting you open up again. It puts an end to it all.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.13.2011 @ 12:50 am

I like straws. Straws are bendy. Straws are magical. I FREAKING LOVE STRAWS. Who doesn’t love straws… NOBODY. Because everybody loves straws. Straws are amazing.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.11.2011 @ 11:43 am

work, hard, how many chores do you have, I have six. my mum hate chores, so do I. My brother never does his, somehow me manages to get out of them, I’ don;t know how. I wish I could. I hate chores. I have to wash the dishes and do most of the laundry aswell as take the dogs for a walk and feed them I also have to feed the rabbits.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.08.2011 @ 1:33 pm

The stem of the flower is just as important as the petals. Even thoug it’s not as beautiful, if provides the support the beauty needs to exist. It also provides the nutrients from the roots to the stamen, pistol, and petals. Stems are found not just in flowers but in other plants, serving the same purpose.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.06.2011 @ 9:57 am

Letting you grow and live and eat, letting you sway in the gentle breeze and enjoy the great outdoors like never before.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.05.2011 @ 10:26 pm

People can’t be completely honest these days. The story has to be slightly bigger and better than the last time to make it seem more interesting.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.01.2011 @ 8:31 am

People need to be honest for any relationship. And who really doesnt want to be honest? Lying is a sick thing that we all do. How much better would the world be if we were all honest? It’d be a much easier world to deal with.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.01.2011 @ 7:44 am

If I’m honest, I am rarely honest.

And I’m out of time.

Posted By Rebecca On 07.01.2011 @ 3:22 am

Wade in the water. This song brings me back to last year when I was in a singing workshop. We all sang this song together. Wade in the water. Wade in the water children, wade in the water….

Posted By rebecca On 06.29.2011 @ 5:43 pm

Crushing an orange and juice squeezes out. so fresh. I had a crush on you once and you never knew about it. Why didnt I ever tell you? I feel like I should have. Would it have made a difference?

Posted By Rebecca On 06.29.2011 @ 1:14 am

you are the love of my life. the last crush i ever want to fall for. i want you to be my last first kiss.

Posted By Rebecca On 06.28.2011 @ 12:55 pm

falling in love i as simple as riding a bull. lust is easy. it may be a sin, but who cares? love beats love any day. sometimes i think i’m in love but i know its just lust. so fuck loooove.

Posted By rebecca On 06.28.2011 @ 3:37 am

Antlers are a man’s best friend. I don’t know why I said that, that was weird. Are they? I thought that was dogs, but that’s the first thing that popped into my head. They might be. Hell, men do like hunting… And killing deer… And deer have antlers. So maybe they are. I don’t know anything about hunting but I know men like it.

Posted By Rebecca On 06.25.2011 @ 12:38 pm

written by the victors. what does that mean? teach that curriculum well…. it didn’t exactly happen that way the Indians went on a long walk? ROADTRIPPING… actually not. there are a lot of things you don’t teach elementary schoolers but in fact who knows real history? it’s a story.

Posted By Rebecca On 06.24.2011 @ 7:59 am

Heat, hate, love, moods, very deep passions, feelings that we feel!

Posted By rebecca On 06.22.2011 @ 1:30 pm

I wish i could predict what is going to happen to me. Everything’s fallen apart. I don’t know what to do. Am I going to move on? Allow myself to forget? I don’t think I can do that. I don’t want the memories to leave, no matter how much they hurt.

Posted By Rebecca On 06.21.2011 @ 9:06 am

I HELD CLOSELY THE THOUGHT OF HIS WORDS, AT THE MOMENT THEY HAD SEEMED SO SINCERE, BUT NOW THAT I KNOW THEY WERE FALSE, I MUST QUESTION EVERYTHING HE’S EVER SAID TO ME. AND THAT WAS A SCARY THOUGHT.

Posted By REBECCA On 06.19.2011 @ 2:53 pm