tom was a boring yet shapely old man, at least mentally. he woke up In the mornings, he went to work, he came home.
every once in A while his engine came on, he sputtered and served his purpose and then his switch was turned back off. Most of the time he sat in the corner idle.
he sat down after a particularly greuling day, cleaned the mud off his Boots and cried. it had been years since he had been able to do this. ever since he saw his best friend torn to shreds Right in front Of his eyes by that machine, he couldn’t seem to bring his eyes to even water. the worst part was that he had no reason to cry, he wasn’t suffering and wasn’t extremely emotionally injured by anything that happened that day.
the moth flew into the darkness and he ended up staring at the stars which Kept him captivated, at least temporarily. he noted all of the important constellations, big dipper, little dipper… they were so bright, brighter than he had Ever noticed before and at this moment, starstruck, weak, crumbling he slammed his face into the soft wood paneling on the side of his house and started bleeding. this Night was one he would remember, but weren’t they all?
i know what i’ve told you before. my eyes close, my hands clasp around your’s and i weep.
that isn’t me, not even a little bit. i want to smile, i want to walk with you and i want to read stories. my eyes welled up when i first knew you cared. when i realized how much i could have collapsed. for the first time i realized that my adoration wasn’t based on something i thought was there or something i hoped was there but something i had seen.
driving with your eyes open is a good idea. forget what they say.
so you know how people spend all sorts of time, effort and money to ask people to marry them?
i’m going to exert the same amount of energy to tell people things that might not be that important in the long run but mean absolutely everything to me. i’m reminded of a star trek where they are talking about a culture where they have a three day celebration to say hello. i want to be that but in every day life.
Lynden, WA (AP) - Today Washington Residents Tyler Lehfeldt & Christina Lee have announced their decision to take into their home a small mixed breed kitten from friends who live outside of Lynden. This kitten can be described as small, blue eyes, fluffy hair and a tail. While the decision was made last night they waited until today to release this news as they had not come to a decision on the name.
After several hours of conversation and thought, Christina & Tyler have decided that the best name for the kitten is “HoverMeow.” When asked why he chose this name, Tyler said, “I don’t know. She didn’t get Slevin” (probably referring to popular culture references). When Facebook friend Nicholas Krut expressed his excitement of the idea of a kitten being named “HoverMeow” on Christina’s Facebook page, Christina responded as though she needed further convincing, which has now been exposed as a ruse to delay the release of this news to the public.
This will be the first kitten in the Lynden area to be named “HoverMeow” and this Friday the 3rd of April 2009 local bar Boundary Bar Brewery will be holding a celebration party where they will discuss the development of the name and other aspects of the soon-to-be-gotten-kitten. Some of the talking points listed on the notecard stolen from Tyler’s room include: jumping ability, bathing habits, types of creatures it will love catch and different areas in the the owner’s home where the kitten might hide. Additionally there will be several “Kitten Showers” where friends and relatives will bring items such as scratching posts and fluffy balls attached to sticks with fishing wire for the kitten. Community morale hasn’t been this high since the guy down the street bought a new truck.
Further contact regarding “HoverMeow: The Wonder Kitten” can be obtained by commenting on this post which I will subsequently ignore.
i had a dream we died, i laughed.
i had a dream you died, i prayed.
i had a dream i died, i laughed.
i had a dream we died, i prayed.
i had a dream you died, i laughed.
i had a dream i died, i prayed.
laughing seemed to be more helpful.
mike sat on his porch with his arms crossed over his chest, listening to your music. silence wasn’t involved but regardless it still hurt. as he sat there, like a cornstock swaying in the wind, waiting to be shoved into your microwave and burnt to hell he though about it all.
the thoughts dripped down his forehead like sweat down the back of the talented opera performer. the loves dribbled down your chin like the blood of cows in the neighborhood slaughterhouse. how will he ever keep up? not going to happen. fortunately he’s not even going to try.
this morning i woke up and i felt it.
you did too.
this evening i woke up and i felt it.
my emotion is lost among a sea of words, flowers, wine and your eyes.
i have never loved this much in this way and it’s almost embarrassing.
let’s find a way out.
i’m going to cry about everything until then.
i’m going to cry about everything.
your eyes.
i must be broken.
What the fuck was I thinking?
August 9th was one of those nights that I’ll never forget / remember. Better people cannot be made in a skillet.
The weather is rain and my glasses are fogged.
My memory is slipping I’ve been here so long.
I bought an espresso to help with the fight.
I bought food I normally wouldn’t eat.
The boarding man has a droning voice
And it interrupts my music it is so loud
I’m trying to enjoy some Cake
I’m chewing some gum
My legs are weak and I’m smelly.
Oh I’m seating zone two.
you cheated on me, i needed that.
you cut yourself, you needed that.
i moved on, you grew.
you changed, so did i.
you loved me too much, i loved her too much.
i loved you too much, you loved me too little.
i was gone, you realized who you were.
we might still have a change.
you love yourself too much, i don’t love you enough.
you’re a big slut.
i bother you a lot, you wear an ugly hat.
i’ve grown a lot but i’m still here. i’m still me, sliding off the tracks on 100% of relationships, doing good otherwise.
let’s count backwards from 100.
