I love the Corpus Christi and so i write about it. I should draw pictures of it but there is little in me these days of the special creations. I believe that i am able to do it as i am a good one in the competitivbe art papers or collabrative. I think that more and more people should draw together on one paper maybe an electronic page. If this ( Read more... )

There are these little shells that move down into the sand and you cook them into a stew mix it with rice and it is changa changa does any won know about them.The y are at the beash and so colorful

There has been like years since i looked at this place, and now i can not see through this weird white screen i made pop up ( Read more... )

I love stories when they have all of this speculation everywhere. Like there will be from one side the idea that this happened and then another way comes the thought that it happened another way.

woh cold has stricken me an then warded off, i dont see any use for the thought of anything mucj. just a arse trying t i live before i diy.

I am creating this movie in my mind the past while while i am supposed to be focused on this last work that colleges will see. I guess it is just not realising that that is what matters, but in mind it is this movie that is based on the ideas that cigarettes must absorb tears, my arm in the light of a computer is the palest shade of yellow, that ( Read more... )

back from holiday of Reed college, i am stunned that i stand the lengthy days that contain each other in the first and hopefully will come the last. They are all the same, and when i say that they are different it is not knowing how much is there to exprense outside of the stupid place. NEver mind that i say again, and now i promise to find all ( Read more... )

Withered into ruts, the hands all take apsrt the scabs upon the feet. The nails will not grow stopping, they contnue to form under the falls of hair.

-stupid thouhhts

i had a series of dreams, and it all started with doves. I layed in bed and i do not know what kind of dream they were. i could control them, but not myself. Never that, and never dreams. I saw a dove on the bus ride home, it was all that reminded me that the dreams had happened.

someone must know ( Read more... )