There is a layer of shit on the ground. Once upon a time, Dante wrote about a place like this, where sinners dipped and ate and choke on their own feces and the waste of every single person that lived. In a way, we are all drifting in this shit. And the unfortunate ones will be buried to their necks in it.
i waded through the ocean of sufferings, lies, idiotic people with absoulute courage and determination and bravery to find the mermaid of luxury.
He said one word to me, and that word was love. He told me he’d loved me since the first time he’d seen me, a deep enduring love that could move mountains.
I loved him too, but not in that way. I knew it would crush him.
I was wading through swam river.
I when an idea formed solid in my mind.
It delivered me suffocating, under the depths of the river. I was the the very idea, that I could not swim in full confidence. Especially against the increasing current.
Wade out into the water and you can feel the eels, writhing in the mud. they thrash and they bash against each other, frenzied in the act of coitus, frantic to bond and to make more of their slimy bretheren. Look what evolution has created– the bare desire to procreate, in violent and chaotic fashion, any way at all as long as more eels are made.
wade boggs i think he played baseball buti could be wrong in fact its entirely possable that im wrong i have a tendency to live in a world of my own creation and the facts i observe get twisted by the event horison round my pupil
wading in the pool I found that my feet became wrinkled. In no time at all I was all wrinkly around my feet. Is this what it is to be old? To look down one day and see wrinkly feet — wrinkly body?
i am not thinking. just writing something. this is waht i’ve been told. unless the market is going down the less the talking makes it better to chat. beautiful is the color of roses as well as the tobiases. With some pushing daisies we can manage to win this war
all i can think is tht wading through the water when i was a kid with my dad and just trying to learn to swim. It was great to be in the water and i also saw some ducks trying to do the same. thats is when i felt disgusted to be in the same water as the ducks are. because u nevaer know how clean the water is
I like to wade in the ocean water. So crisp and refreshing. Staring at the horizon line, dreaming,and being optimistic about the universe. Ocean is my mediation.
The puddle was perfect for wading. Rain was always my favorite weather. A good storm, some deep rumbling thunder, and the pleasant, peaceful darkness. The aftermath? Sometimes a lovely rainbow. Always the puddles. Sift through them with your bare feet.
i wore some waders while i helped my friend put in their aluminum dock on saturday. It was actually pretty cold that day and quite windy so it was not a good day for such events. The waders did not help much as once we got out too far the waves were going over the top and down into my pants. It can be quite uncomfotable wearing waders that are full of water
Ah, it’s you again…You vile little creature. Haven’t I explained that I despise you. Only with a name like “Wade” could you be so incredibly annoying.
There is a layer of shit on the ground. Once upon a time, Dante wrote about a place like this, where sinners dipped and ate and choke on their own feces and the waste of every single person that lived. In a way, we are all drifting in this shit. And the unfortunate ones will be buried to their necks in it.
By tv on 05.20.2008
i waded through the ocean of sufferings, lies, idiotic people with absoulute courage and determination and bravery to find the mermaid of luxury.
By Thanish on 05.20.2008
wade is like when ur trying to step into something new but u want to wade inot it cuz ur hesitant, u think “hey wade a minute”
By alex on 05.20.2008
gggggggggggggggggggggggg
By mmm on 05.20.2008
He said one word to me, and that word was love. He told me he’d loved me since the first time he’d seen me, a deep enduring love that could move mountains.
I loved him too, but not in that way. I knew it would crush him.
By Lynsey on 05.20.2008
I was wading through swam river.
I when an idea formed solid in my mind.
It delivered me suffocating, under the depths of the river. I was the the very idea, that I could not swim in full confidence. Especially against the increasing current.
By Srewolf on 05.20.2008
Wade out into the water and you can feel the eels, writhing in the mud. they thrash and they bash against each other, frenzied in the act of coitus, frantic to bond and to make more of their slimy bretheren. Look what evolution has created– the bare desire to procreate, in violent and chaotic fashion, any way at all as long as more eels are made.
It’s all quite unpleasant.
By tom on 05.20.2008
wade boggs i think he played baseball buti could be wrong in fact its entirely possable that im wrong i have a tendency to live in a world of my own creation and the facts i observe get twisted by the event horison round my pupil
By Kyle on 05.20.2008
wading in the pool I found that my feet became wrinkled. In no time at all I was all wrinkly around my feet. Is this what it is to be old? To look down one day and see wrinkly feet — wrinkly body?
By shoy on 05.20.2008
i am not thinking. just writing something. this is waht i’ve been told. unless the market is going down the less the talking makes it better to chat. beautiful is the color of roses as well as the tobiases. With some pushing daisies we can manage to win this war
By ender on 05.20.2008
all i can think is tht wading through the water when i was a kid with my dad and just trying to learn to swim. It was great to be in the water and i also saw some ducks trying to do the same. thats is when i felt disgusted to be in the same water as the ducks are. because u nevaer know how clean the water is
By vivek on 05.20.2008
I like to wade in the ocean water. So crisp and refreshing. Staring at the horizon line, dreaming,and being optimistic about the universe. Ocean is my mediation.
By atv on 05.20.2008
The puddle was perfect for wading. Rain was always my favorite weather. A good storm, some deep rumbling thunder, and the pleasant, peaceful darkness. The aftermath? Sometimes a lovely rainbow. Always the puddles. Sift through them with your bare feet.
By Noel on 05.20.2008
whats that mean?
By angel on 05.20.2008
i wore some waders while i helped my friend put in their aluminum dock on saturday. It was actually pretty cold that day and quite windy so it was not a good day for such events. The waders did not help much as once we got out too far the waves were going over the top and down into my pants. It can be quite uncomfotable wearing waders that are full of water
By brian on 05.20.2008
to wade into what?
the sea
a lake?
all slimy underneath
the sand gives only a little under my feet
i dont dare venture out past me knees
By Jen on 05.20.2008
Ah, it’s you again…You vile little creature. Haven’t I explained that I despise you. Only with a name like “Wade” could you be so incredibly annoying.
By jadedbeauty on 05.20.2008