i don't know where real emotions end ( Read more... )

Pou nd my knuckles hard against the floor
my head against the door
But i did this to myself.

tears shed over nothing ( Read more... )

As Paxton wrote in the introduction to Chapter 2 of his textbook Europe in the twentieth Century, “The whole European achievement is placed on trial when one considers the outbreak of the first world war”. (page 44). In the textbook, Paxton offers insight into what he believes to be the main causes, the catalysts that led to the intensification of ( Read more... )

 
One answer to give. You only have one answer to give.
What do you say, what on earth are you going to say
Twisted Tongues talk in riddles
your life is the paradigm in this rhyme
from line to line, the time lime of your life is set
Birth to death. Death to birth
its time to find out what your worth
Not this very second, the Walrus has not said the time ( Read more... )

 its the end of the year ( Read more... )

Stephanie is......

wait for it.....

......In LOVE with Jordans brother. 
seriously.

i hope i see him again. 
like i never get like this. ever. ESPECIALLY after only meeting him once. 
i think i should seduce him and we can make babies.

the end. thanks for your time.

bwahahahaha

ok Terri Lawson
 sexy biznatch
i made a list of all this trippy stuff we must do while i am home. though not so much trippy as thought provoking, mind blowing and fullfilling, i dare say that you and I will have le fun.

ok 
1. automatc writing (ill explain it to you its very dada surrealistic)
2. write/play a song
3. blaze alot
4. possibly finish a wall ( Read more... )

sooo hmmm
the confusion that is life. 
its all going good and yadayada
but
 fuck. 
i mean
 i would just like to have an idea of what Neil and i are doing. 
are we just have sex 1-3 nights a week when i sleep over at his house. is there somthing more?
like i've said i dont really care either way, im not really looking for a relationship its not a priority ( Read more... )

 worst book ever= Ulysses-james joyce
anyways
i had to do a short story mirrored after Joyces style of writing. here goes.

Rays of sunlight. Warmth in the cold water. Floating on the water I see for never ending miles. Not a care in the world. Nothing exists except for me. Coming out of the water, dogs are friendly to attack. Towel myself dry. Light a ( Read more... )