

oneword: certainI don't know for certain where I'm headed next. But I see applications and driver's licenses and A's being passed around behind me, and beside me is a boy who looks like he's itching to be somewhere else. He probably is. And at the front I can see a woman in her forties trying to teach a class but the class is dreaming of what they'll be eating two years from now, what the next lecture in the "Because Dave Chappelle Said So" class will be about and I can't help but want to be more like them.oneword: certain
November 2nd, 2009.


oneword: clipClip up your hair as you get ready for the big day.. save up your cash while they read your name off your blue collar. Take out the trash and read the funnies, clip out coupons so you can save up for the big day, the day that is yours.oneword: clip
October 31st, 2009.


oneword: arrowthrough the worst organ possible. Sucks for you, Stephin Merritt. There is nothing more to say. Well maybe a little bit more because I have thirty seconds left and arrows should be good writer's fodder. It's not. blankoneword: arrow
October 30th, 2009.


oneword: shoesi need new ones. well i have new ones but i was thinking of the shoes of the boy next door or the old man across the street. he can't walk and is too proud to say it hurts when he hurts, and holds his head up high and his voice low when he says no to a wheelchair, bites back when you hold his hand because he is a man a man a man oh man does he need our help.oneword: shoes
October 28th, 2009.


suicide is overrated.suicide is overrated.
you traced my scars some were raised, some caved in and in my ear you whispered 'why do you do this to yourself?' i thought it over for a long time. 'so no one else can.'
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you have a
tattoo of a swallow soaring up your wrist you always told me you got it because you could never fly.
you didn't need wings to fly away from me.
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you trail your fingers down my sides, counting all of my ribs. a curious look appear in your eyes, and you murmered to me-
'you are not beaut


shooting stars and shooting upshooting stars and shooting up
sometimes i wonder if we wore our insecurities around our necks would people pick so much? and if all our phobias could be read in our eyes would we still be so scared?
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the sun's on steroids today. or maybe it's just bullying the moon.
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i wonder if there's a pill for an addictive personality. i would try one.
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if you are fourteen, you are not in love. you are in lust.
there's a significant difference, but no one can tell anymore.
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i know there aren't any monsters under my bed, &nb


sunshine.before, she would look at the stars and wonder if her someone was out there, somewhere, looking at the same ones. she'd dream of magic and flying and wishes that come true. she'd say tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be better. and she hoped it would be.sunshine.
silence didn't scare her back then. see, she was too busy looking at the clouds and comets to worry about the imperfections and the dangers of flying.
open doors didn't remind her of people leaving. they just reminded her of chances, risks worth taking. her heart sang a lullaby filled of hope and happiness and learning how to stand again, learning how
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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_____always late.
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Einmal ist keinmal.
Dig deeper.
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- The Dance Commander
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