we are not permenant- me on January 5th, 2009
Well, there has been a new beginning. and it fucking hurt. but it was what I needed. don't give up and cheesy shit like that. yeah, that sounds about right. don't give up.
ExperienceI am not lost, but I am shaken at the core.Experience
I am inconceivable and beyond grasp, which is why I transcend.
Maybe my complexity is just feeling, and I am actually printable by ink. But then again I escape your grasp with how I think. Buy my soul in the biography section of your favorite bookstore, Sit there with your fucking English tea and read limitation. I have learned the hard, humbling way that I am no more And no less than the eyes that see me. They are countless, and we are human.
Sweet NothingI don't know what I was thinking. His back is facing me, becoming smaller and smaller as he is walking away from me. He isn't running away, nor is he walking towards somebody else, he is just going in separate direction, as of 5 minutes ago.Sweet Nothing
I don't know if I should sit here and describe the aura of this hit-and-run like a fabled novelist with the trees swaying and the clouds winking at me. I could try to sound larger than life, or I could just tell you what the fuck is going on inside my head. Maybe you can relate to this, and you can put some loose respect in my 'tips' can. It's not like I'm going to able to live off that, so l
Static A woman sits alone in her bathroom. She is aged, tired, and beaten. God only knows what is running through her head, and she doesn't know that her children can hear her crying. They should be moved, but they have been eroded by the constant rain. It's been over two and a half years, and things aren't ever going to go back to the way they used to be; a cold hard truth that has taken its sweet time settling in. The cancer has come and spread, but it has retreated temporarily. It is gone, but it has taken her pride. She is left to pick up the pieces, but she can't. She can't moveStatic
strangers.I was sitting in a place where people write letters they don’t send. People were staring around me that day as they sipped their cups of heartache, staring at a place and a time far beyond my reach. And I wondered who this man was, standing here before me, ready to burst with lover’s turmoil and denial’s optimism.strangers.
He was tall, above six-foot. It took a lot to make him smile. Because something inside of him was broken, I could see. His hands were tilted wrongly and his mouth was in a slant, and the spark was gone from his eyes. Something must have been twisted.
There was a cracking noise, and I realized
-Kelsey
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Dr. Thunder is defiantly Dr. Pepper for poor people. But it is still just as fucking amazing.
Thank you and have a great day!
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"I’m not a writer—I just have an unhealthy obsession with words."
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Momoko is sleeping on rooftops
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am I the Jezebel?
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Forward holy hand grenade! Blessed is the fruit of thine wrath!
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