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The corner of a room is just so unusual. Why do there have to be corners? That's where people hide or get sent to when they're children. The corner is such a comforting yet scary place. You're alone and no one can fit in there with you. It's comforting to be alone but yet... scary.
his shirt was plaid. that's all i remember of him now. it's been 10 years since i last saw the man. i don't know if he's alive or if he's dead in the ditch but i remember his shirt always being plaid. he was such a strange man. he drank kool-aid and wore plaid.
I've ridden in a limo 4 times i think. Each time has been with my one cousin though. she's kind of a spoiled brat but at the same time, i just leech off of that. they have money and we don't. 3 of the times it was her birthday and this last time was prom. prom was good though so it all worked out in the end though.
video montages from teh 80's. they always have cheesy music to get things done in a short anount of time. a lot of people still do montages. Family Guy does them to make fun of the 80's. that was a good time though. we got some good movies and shows from there. some damn good songs too.
remember when, life was young so young.
i always think of that country song when i think of the word remember. kinda odd how songs and words will make you remember the most random events and ideas that life gives you. like that song and when i was 8 and listened to country music.
big and bushy. they came all the way down his face into his beard. he had brown hair and a red beard. girls always thought it was weird but this one always liked it. he looked like he was from the 70's though with them. his mom always wanted him to shave them off.
dark.
alone.
quiet.
my thoughts run through my head thinking of all the things that may have made me feel so... terrible really. i would call it despair but that seems like such a normal word to use to describe it. too emo.
Green and refreshing.
my grandmother believed it had healing powers.
That it could refresh the world with its' taste.
Maybe she was right.
But to me, it's always that green plant that i hated as a kid.
the canteen was bone dry. he held it up to his lips searching for one last drop that might come out to parch his lips. not only was he out of water, but it was hot to the touch. he threw the canteen to the ground cursing it and the world around him.
the light was bright. she held the torch in her hands as she walked down the spiral staircase to the dimly lit room. it was small and cold but the torch gave her a microcosm of warmth. she looked at the man sitting at the table and thought of her father.
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