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This word doesn’t inspire me to say much. I am very much looking forward to an alcoholic substance after work. Thank you.

Posted By whit On 08.08.2012 @ 8:18 pm

dare. hope. dream. Are they one and the same? Do you need one to have another?

Posted By whit On 08.06.2012 @ 2:03 am

Gums from all stages of life-bright pink tape gum, sparkly sweet bubble-poppin wrigley gum, “burn off your nose hair” extreme minty gum, “taste like Shaun White” gum, dessert gum. All stuck to the inside pocket of my airplane seat, now stuck to my book. Gross, people, just gross.

Posted By whit On 07.25.2012 @ 8:10 pm

We were a crew, and a damn fine one at that. A goofy crew of 2. Our flowers grew tall, our veggies delicious and that land was loved. I do miss our goofy crew of 2.

Posted By whit On 07.15.2012 @ 10:50 pm

Ocean potion notion emotion, can all set this life in motion.

Posted By whit On 07.01.2012 @ 5:48 pm

hmm station..like workout stations…station. a state of being.

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Posted By whit On 06.14.2011 @ 12:18 pm

i was lonely one day so i decided to paint. I st down and painted, but then i got bored so i called my best friend and he painted on me. I was a human canvas, nothing inappropriate or naything but just artistics freedom, the human body can be the best canvas sometimes.

Posted By whit On 06.07.2011 @ 8:45 am

Camp. I never got to go to a real camp. i have a few morman friends though and when I could go to their girls camp for free i jumped at the chance. Now I just wonder if other camps are just like morman camp. sure the ideals and initial basis behind the camp would be different but really its a bunch of girls staying in cabins, not showering, eating copious amounts of candy,, and staying up all night talking, and competing with the other cabins even to the extent of stealing thier hugh jackman poster or batman mask.

Posted By Whit On 05.04.2011 @ 9:35 pm

four leafed clover. lucky duck. silly moose. clover like the stuff you cook with. once when i was little i made a “potion” and i accidentally tiipped over the bottle of clover. for the rest of the day all i could smell was clover. i thought it wouldve smelled different. more green adnn less strong. it permeated everything. my day of clover. a day of luck. i wish i could remember that date. then it would be my lucky day forever more.

Posted By Whit On 05.01.2011 @ 12:06 am

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Posted By whit On 04.05.2011 @ 2:43 pm

I really don’t like this word now. This is the third time. Come on now, don’t you have any other words to pick from? I’m pretty sure there about a gazillion other words from the the English language to pick from. It really doesn’t have to be digital every time.

Posted By Whit On 03.28.2011 @ 4:15 pm

I knew my mascara was in ugly blotches, and everyone could see. Its not good to cry while walking outside in wyoming. The tears down my cheeks turned instantly into ice, but the burn reinforced the pain.

Posted By whit On 01.11.2011 @ 4:48 pm

Taking time to slowly scratch the delicate silver covering on the ticket, she found her palms sweaty and her knees a shake. This was not her money wasting, this lotto ticket was found. Gambling was the only thing that made her feel this way…

Posted By Whit On 05.06.2009 @ 1:30 am

i love the sound the car makes whe driving across the gravel in our driveway. It’s such a comforting sound

Posted By whit On 12.29.2008 @ 10:35 pm

Eat Fresh! For real though – I would never ride in a subway. Call me a country bumpkin if yo will, but those are death traps. Oh! Ride on a speeding bullet underground? Ya….No. I suppose that’s why I live in colorado though.

Posted By whit On 03.25.2009 @ 4:25 pm

Oh sweet sweet 16. What I’d give to rewind and live it all over again….well…I say that, but would it be the same? would I change things? certainly – all things that would drastically alter who I am and where my life is right now. But then I’d have never of learned the lessons I have in the first place – and I’d be none the wiser.

Posted By whit On 03.11.2009 @ 11:10 pm

It’s all I need. I can feel it, I sense it, I desire it. At the same time though, that warmth of hope can be so dim in my soul that at times it is so hard to grasp and even harder to heed. How do I make it encompass my life? How do i dive in?

Posted By whit On 03.09.2009 @ 11:30 pm

Haha that’s just what I was doing. Anywho, I feel like the whole presence of reality is one big distraction to the true nature of life – the pure essence of living. Reality constantly distracts me from the things I truly care about…What am I to do?

Posted By whit On 09.20.2009 @ 5:57 pm

Oh how many years the great oak must see to grow so huge and wise. What a life, what a will. How humble I am to the great oak tree.

Posted By whit On 09.13.2009 @ 7:54 pm

I wonder if the bulbs who survive the ugliest of times bloom into the most beautiful and rare flowers…if that were so, this week would ensure my life to blossom in the loveliest of ways.

Posted By whit On 09.10.2009 @ 8:38 pm

that picture. that poor, weak, frail, dying tiny child being pursued by that ugly, evil, lurching, preying vulture. i could get sick. the quintessential picture of the humanity’s poor being preyed upon, and drained by the rest of the greedy sick world. we are the vulture.

Posted By whit On 03.05.2009 @ 10:47 pm

spaces! spaces! spaces! I must fill them all! They must not be wasted! A huge expanse of space before me but not a tiny space to spare! It’s madness! I need blank space. I need free spaces. I need breathing spaces. I need to let go of space.

Posted By whit On 03.03.2009 @ 3:48 pm

my spaces. his spaces. our spaces. their spaces. there are no empty spaces left. we’ve filled them with nasty dirty clutter and choked them of life

Posted By whit On 03.02.2009 @ 8:27 pm

Skate. It’s what he is. It’s what he does. He breathes it. Moves it. Needs it. And it needs him too. Or rather, they need him. For what? To use and push around? To laugh at? Why does he let them? His love with skating but battle with them is truly an aspen tragedy. Please let go..Let him skate in peace.

Posted By whit On 02.27.2009 @ 1:55 pm

I am officially disconnected from myself. I simply am. I am not here, I am not there, I am not anywhere but in existence, trippy eh? If only I could leave my body behind somehow…The next great endeavor.

Posted By whit On 04.14.2009 @ 9:04 pm

I am officially disconnected from myself. I simply am. I am not here, I am not there, I am not anywhere but in existence, trippy eh? If only I could leave my body behind somehow…The next great endeavor.

Posted By whit On 04.14.2009 @ 9:03 pm

I wish somebody could plug me in and charge me up each day – better yet – I wish I had Wall-E abilities and could just charge up in the sunshine…only that would negate the need for sleep…and I love sleep. A lot. I guess thats why people drink coffee lol

Posted By whit On 04.09.2009 @ 10:09 pm

The evidence was clear. She stormed into the room, screeching as she approached the cheating piece of shit she called a husband. “WHY?” she screamed. “What would possess you?” Just then, the bathroom door clicked and out walked a man, asking “Jack, you okay, babe?”

Posted By whit On 10.01.2008 @ 12:01 pm

Birth folds into life into love into suffering into wisdom into death into life. Hopefully.

Posted By whit On 11.30.2009 @ 6:54 pm

I have a cone dripping down the sides the cream trailing through my fingers i can’t lick fast enough to catch up the sticky sweetness

Posted By whit On 11.11.2009 @ 7:59 pm