The new quarter hasen't even quite started yet and I already hate one of my classess. I was just reading the syllabus for it and one of the things we have to do for the class is interview three people of three different age groups. A child from 10-15 years old, an adult, which I think was like 25-50 and a senior 65+ First of all I have interveiwing people for obvious reasons. I don't like interacting with people, I don't want to have to get to know anyone and pry into thier bussiness ...
Updated 03-28-2009 at 12:03 PM by Dark Muse
With your distracted eyes on West a monkey melds into your turning shadow stealing its prize of soft-skinned fruit, your cheeks. Your static glances fuddle my tongue to a babble a stutter stream tango, eyes lingering in the longing of your lipgloss circles. I'm happy though with each time's death, sweet mandarin can't lemon in a breath.
Updated 03-28-2009 at 04:16 PM by Silas Thorne
Solace Trapped behind these bars with nothing to keep me company but yellowed pages which I turn with tender care, breathing in their scent wondering at the places they have been the places I will never have the chance to visit. Left in the half-light of shadows, only with these reminders of a life upon the outside a decaying leaf which was trapped between my pages, carefully pressed ...
Tomorrow, I could get on a plane and go to Ireland for 150 bucks. No kidding. There's a deal, I just found it. It's times like these that I seriously considering shoving all of my tips and savings into a bag and jumping a ship, or a plane, and going to my places (Ireland being one of them). Then I'd be running away. I may not see it as running away so much as running home, but then I'd be leaving so many of my responsibilities behind. It's so painful - if I died tomorrow, ...
First off, I was born and raised in colorado. And I have never lived anywhere else for more than maybe a month. I LOVE colorado. I love the snow, I love the cold, I love the mountains, I love everything about this state. (except maybe the yuppies from california that move here, and the hippies in boulder.) But I have another secret lover.... the south. My first trip to the south was to Tennessee. I went fishing there with my dad (as I do every year). I fell in love. The beauty, the ...
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