We were on home base, first and grace ( Read more... )

No, I'm not gonna turn around and shoot you now ( Read more... )

I carried out my experiment sitting on a bench around the commons plaza. These various feelings and sensations were documented during my sensory my experiences there: (Touch) Cold wind brushes my ankles and blows through my hair. My forehead is flexed--I released but must resist and adapt to the sun beams and proceed to re-flex. It's hard to ( Read more... )

what was I going to say ( Read more... )

It must've been the result of a bad game of Clue ( Read more... )

The more I think about it . . . the more I explore my memories . . . the more I miss my childhood times spent in England. I suppose we all wish we could relive the happiness of youth, but I can't help but wonder why would we leave? I now know why, but it's still upsetting to me. It seems I've been depressed ever since the day we left ( Read more... )

It's shocking how it hasn't changed ( Read more... )

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Rose robbin ( Read more... )

Neruda never dove so low in his ship of sorrow ( Read more... )