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five people who mean a lota: thanks for teaching me how to laughsometimes it is nice to get lost in rolling laughter and hysterical giggles. around you i'm unconscious of worldly things as our jubilance brings me to greater heights and it becomes easier, and also desirable, to live in our moments.
c: your passion can ignite my sometimes dry-stick souland you know better than most that i'm not the kind that sits around the bonfire, but with you i'm reminded that there's more to life than the to-do list and i can relegate it to kindling as we roast marshmallows on its remains.
a: you've always had my back, my darling, and it can't be easy. i'm fairly heavy when i fall, but I know we're both a lot stronger than we think. one day, when we've left this town behind, we'll know that we were survivors and that our determination carried us far, far away.
j: if you have a heart that restores faith in my views of humanity, what else could i ask for? only more conversations over sorbet because i want it all and
here's what i think.I was a better person when I wrote.
I was a better person when I wrote about boys who'd never return my feelings on silver platters, and ships long lost, or drowned, at sea. It sounds like a disaster, but I only write well with the ashes of a crumpled, discarded spirit mixed with the still-warm tears of a troubled soul.
Words kept me human, for they are what makes us human, and they distanced me from the animal I could become. All I do now is stalk around the concrete city, pace about my enclosure, and think about how my bitterness and I can never be released in the wilderness again.
Before the city stole my words away, I was living in the harbor locked up in a crumbling lighthouse, hoping that some northeasterly wind would blow him back to me. I still yearn, but the sea-stained melody gets lost in the traffic and it's easier to be whole without it haunting my every second.
But, the truth is, I'm burning for more.
I'm not whole without part of him missing, and if I'm filling up the
sindeep syndrome.and i don't understand you:
scarred hands and broken bones
and the tears like acid, cutting through your facades
the tracks are like tributarieswinding little streams
a drachma for a ride?
but perhaps most of all,
it's your whisping musings, like smoke from a candle
that leave me mystified and frightened:
we're running of time and tallow
(i've always been afraid of the dark)
and the shadows are here.
starless blankets draped over old lies
we're crashing, we're sliding
the coins knocked from our eyes
what a shame, what a shame,
now i'll never know.
there'll be no time in a hot eternity,
to wonder about anything other than
the next cool drop of water that
comes this way.
a reminder that you're mortal...when i can't think of what to write, i think of you because it cracks my soul open, and the blood breeds words. your name spills out of my arteries and nerves, staining my skin with love, passion, lustbut if nothing else, when the lights show of colors and splatter patterns is over, i'm reminded that i'm still living, breathing, and slowly, dying without you.
friday the thirteenth.but in my mind, i'm just like "what if tonight is the night? what if this is the right time that's been evading us for years?"
but that's just it, i've been saying that every night for, well, years.
i hope this suffices.And so he left in the dry summer wind, taking with him not only my rosewood heart, but my velvet bag of crafted syllables and elusive imagery, too.
[I've never felt so empty]
The bar is closing up and they've been told not to serve me anymore to drink. Alcohol would only ignite her smoldering eyes and render her blind, they say.
[But what is blindness when there's nothing to see?]
and we're all just burning.wildfires burn like
stars in the distance--
like us, they both encompass this inexplicable sadness, like they're both slowly dying.
and that's most likely because
and that's most likely because
but then we differ, my burning boy.
you'll take down anything that doesn't stand a chance; converting towers into ash without blinking an eye.
your hardened stare is as cold-blooded as any axe.
but your boiling bones set the canopy on flame.
i'm burning out slowly: it'd be too easy to simply go out.
so i suffer slowly on.
and no one knows.
they'll quench your thirst and i'll be gone with morning.
you were my fortune cookie come true.The summer I met you was the summer of my first job. I stuffed fortunes into cookies and while it wasn't much, it put hope on the table and daisies by the windowsthey seemed to remind me of your eyes. I used to sit in my garden and read the "you'll meet the person of your dreams" slips, the beginnings of my greatest daydreams with ideas that I couldn't translate into words. I would hold them close to my heart, thinking about our lazy days watching the waves by the beach.
We set off on a long walk through autumn leaves and fortune cookie crumbs, but I forked off halfway just chasing the wind. Cheap prophecies just weren't enough to sustain a budding love and the chill was setting in. You had a long walk to reflect and what did you think? I was a girl who was willing to play the odds and lose you if the numbers didn't fall the way they should. Summer was over and our cycle carried on, but only for a lack of anywhere else to go.
Winter blew its frigid breath on the maple tree by my
Harvest HomesShe says, you can tell America from the rest of the world by the color of the wallpaper, or lack thereof. That Southern hospitality is refreshing after so many years in London. The stuffed animal that sits on her table is named Dog, and if you ask her why, she'll ask you if you're blind. It is a dog after all.
When the aide handed her a night gown she wanted to know if it was for sale. When he told her it was a gift, she couldn't accept it, but if he wanted to lend it to her that would be lovely. The aide was actually a woman and when we told her so she replied, “Well, she was a man when he gave it to me”. We all laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then” and laughed with us while clapping her hands.
Needless to say, I liked her almost immediately; so lively and spirited, and what a sense of humor. I can't tell you how old she is, any age beyond eighty will do. I can't tell you how crazy she is, but I imagine only a little, perhaps a touch of Alzheimer's or Dementia
Innocent Victim Chapter 8"H.M.H.S. BRITANNIC!!!!!" growled an angry HMS Ajax. "Sorry!" Britannic pulled up next to him. "It's bad enough that we're breaking rules by sneaking out of the harbor but if we're caught the blame goes to you. No more fooling around, we get there, you two talk, and it's back to South Hampton. Got it?" the battleship groaned. Britannic nodded. "Sorry." As the two sailed onward, they hid from HMS Queen Elizabeth and HMS King George V, who were returning from an operation off the coast of France. As the battleships passed, Ajax couldn't help but admire his older brother. He wish he had a mate as beautiful as Queen Elizabeth. He pushed it away and he and Britannic kept sailing onward until they reached France.
Britannic looked among the sleeping ships and found the one he was looking for. "Olympic!" he whispered. She stirred but did not wake. He then snickered and thought of something. He gently pushed her out to sea, away from earshot, and yelled "AIR RAID!" Even Ajax rolled over, laughi
Wife's Resting Feet (The Story)I went and di my shopping for her and my Sons. Now being unemployed for two years and FINALLY getting a part-time job on the weekends I tried to make it as enjoyable for them after bills and such were paid.
So I came Home and I liked what I got them so as I snuck the gifts to the basement I came up, got a cup of coffee and my Wife said she was going to her work to have a meeting with her Supervisor, finish up some Nursing work then go to the grocery store and come Home.
So while she was gone I straightened up the House, played catch and fetch with the Puppy and did a load of laundry, yea I know boring so let's get the good schtuff.
I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and on the sink counter I saw a small, white, facial, rotating brush that I bought her for her Birthday. I turned it on and the rotation was very slow and the bristles were extraordinarily soft. I ran it on my wrist and it gave a unique but effective tickling effect. So I got this idea," use it on her feet instead
Rant.If anybody here works at Google, DA, Bing, whatever. I want you to see if you can make this happen. Get pony filters on the search engines. Why? Because I'm going to tell ya.
Couple days ago I was looking up a toaster on Google and 5 My Little Pony pictures came up with no toasters in it. What. The Fuck. This is one of the reasons why I hate My Little Pony. When I search something that doesn't have anything to do with MLP, it somehow magically turns up. I'm not even joking. It's stupid. They should add a filter to those search sites so if I want to search something, there shouldn't be ponies in it. Except if I actually type in the search engine "My Little Pony" or "ponies". If I type anything else, it should not appear. When I search dinosaurs, my little pony shows up as some of the results. I don't know why! Dinosaurs can eat those ponies but I bet they would vomit from the taste afterwards! More then half of the pony franchise is in random stuff that I type up, in ads, or in the fanb
Things You Shouldn't Do At WorkBeep. Beep. Beep.
The checkout girl scanned the bar codes of the few items the shopper had, a plastic smile on her face. "That'll be-" The facade fell when she heard the singing.
"So let me show you around, maybe play you a sound
You look like you're both pretty groovy
Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal
We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie."
"Oh God, no."
"I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry.
We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car
We don't want to be any worry."
"Don't do it, Lila."
"So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that?
Well babies, don't you panic.
By the light of the night when it all seems alright
I'll get you a satanic mechanic."
"This is your last chance."
But she didn't listen, and the next line came out in a scream as loud as Lila could throw her words.
"I'M JUST A SWEET TRANSVESTITE FROM TRANSSEXUAL, TRANSYLVANIA."
Chloe slapped her hand over her eyes and excused herself
Wife's Nighty Feet (The Story)First I want to take the time and thank everyone who faved and likes to read the recap of all the photos I take and story behind them. *THANK YOU*
We had a gift card to a Longhorn steakhouse restaurant so my Wife, my two Sons and myself went to dinner. We ate, came home and she immediately put on her red jammies with the little black designs on and she had on her black socks with the argyle design on the top part of the sock.
She went in our bedroom to lay down and watch TV and she shut off the ceiling light and put on the lamp on the bed stand next to her.
I waited, got my cell, and walked in like I was looking for something and then I shut the door and put on the light. She knew what was coming next and she practically begged me for no photos however I reminded her that she still owed me a few so she finally gave in and she let me rest her ankles over the bed spread and cover them with the pillow.
I then slowly removed each sock, one at a time, and I was surprised she didn't protest
Female Co-Worker's Feet X3(Foot Related Fun Part2)I have this part time, working weekends, in a store and I mostly am in the concrete and lumber dept. I am suppose to assist where ever needed and believe me the cashiers do take advantage of this.
They page me constantly to get will-call, internet and shipped orders for customers ranging from appliances, counter tops, kitchen items and to load them for customers and such and this is in between trying to assist customers on concrete and asphalt construction.
Anyways, being the Holiday season, things are frantic there and yesterday afternoon was no exception. This one cashier/customer service Lady, Carol, always pages me for questions and assistance and she always flirts with me, joking of course.
Carol is in her late 50's, pretty, shorter hair, wears dressy tops and jeans and white tennis shoes.
So I get there and she asked if I could assist a customer on a repair issue and then she told me how her shoulders and neck were hurting from being on the phone and as I was walking away I took
The Missing Idol Chapter 2
The Missing Idol
Chapter 2: Mystery of Cijin Island
And so, Cuticle Detective Ijuuin and his friends has arrived at Cijin Island, an island south of Taiwan. Jeff the Killer might can be caught here
C.D. Ijuuin: Ahh....Cijin Island! Home of the greatest fishing spot
Jared: Not to mention, the abundance of species from the East Sea
Chris: The beach is so beautiful
Daniel: I'd rather watch the sunset
Cuticle Detective Ijuuin and his friends heads for the beach and haves some fun. Until, a girl approaches Ijuuin
C.D. Ijuuin: Heyo! What's your name?
Tamao: My name is Tamao Silver. I will help you do your duty
C.D. Ijuuin: Great!! Let's catch Jeff the Killer!!
And so, Tamao is recruited by Ijuuin and his friends. They are off for an old lighthouse in Cijin Island. Who knows, Jeff might be hiding there
C.D. Ijuuin: Here we are, the lighthouse in Cijin Island. There's....nothing....creepy.....inside
Bat flies out from the lighthouse and cold wind comes out, giving an eerie aura to the lighthou
six things i wish i'd never donei. i wish i hadn't wasted 11:11s on you. i could have probably saved children from natural disasters, eradicated poverty in countries whose names i can't spell and stopped the spread of sexually transmitted diseases if i hadn't wasted those minutes between 11:10 and 11:12 wishing that you would finally open your eyes.
ii. on that note, i wish i never read so deep into them. they pulled me under but they were so deceptively clear that i kept swimming. clear eyes sparkle more in the light, but you never know when you'll get to the bottom of everything. you're shallower than i thought and maybe i should have listened to my mother: she said you were up to no good.
iii. i wish my eyes weren't so deep-set now. this year had been a rainy one, a perpetual monsoon of saltwater and the thick sorrow that coats all surfaces and never really drains away. mother nature had to raise the flood barriers and i can't see myself anymore.
iv. i wish i'd said something. i read so
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