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                He was at a turning point in his life, and he didn't think he could live with his decision. It will break them, and she'll be the one who ends up hurting the most. He knows this, and he dreads it. He doesn't want to hurt her, he loves her. But things are different now. Things have changed. It's not the same kind of love. She's his dearest friend, nothing more. It's not the same for her. She loves him completely. She needs him in her life, but he knows he can't be there, and it's tearing him apart inside. She knows something is wrong, but he'll neve

                There once was a girl                who had a bad habit of chasing after a little white rabbit who ran to a tree and dove underneath down the rabbit hole we go down the rabbit hole we go                 The cheshire cat he smiles at me knowing I can't control what's happening to me and it's off with your head and it's over you're dead and there's no turning back no there's no going back          

Red light, Don't Walk. Staring. Green light, Walk.                 A perpetual line of humans trudge across the busy intersection as they've done now for years. It's their way of life, and hey, why change it? They cross the street to head towards their jobs, their homes, their Seven Elevens, without any real or true purpose but to simply exist. But there's nothing wrong with it, it's basic, it's natural, it's human. In the end, everything we ever do is natural, so it will never be wrong, we're just following our basic, instinctual habits. But people aren't sati

                The shitty concrete walls of the basement apartment were stained dark with some viscous liquid running down them, the exact color impossible make out in the light of the dim yellow bulb; I couldn't see her eyes either, but when she moved her mouth she said, "You know you'll never see me again, right?"      "Right."      "And you know this is a one-time thing right?" I nodded, not clearly understanding her intentions.                She batted the light bulb on its corded string. It swung wildly back and forth, sending illumination in waves. For an instant it looked as though she were telling a horror story around a camp

                I'm holding you in my arms and we're sinking, sinking into our frame of mind. We've become one, more than human, perfection, the beauty of companionship. You're looking me in the eyes and you're thinking 'what's next?'. And I can't tell you. We can only feel. Electric intensity, sparking interests, a natural precursor to instinct. Now we're touching, holding, wanting, but patiently. Not grasping, but carressing. Pushing against each other, cresting, slowing, rythmically as we thrist for one another.         

 our past becomes our future  as we grow into our memories   never-ending reminisce as we    walk among our melancholy lies we will never turn into  what we want in life   it's sad to see our memories    covered up by lies why can we never decide  what we want from life   the money, the fame, the girl, the guy    all that goes to waste we spend all our days  never getting what we want   and before we know it    we forget what we fought so hard for           ...lost in this world of fake-plastic smiles

                It has come to my attention that my mother is a main focus point for alot of my free-running jokes I tend to tell. There are many jokes that can be said about my mother for many reasons. She's a very large person, you could say fat, because she carries most of this bulk in her enourmous ass. Her being close to 300 pounds and 5'3'' doesn't help that fact much either. The things I laugh at most are the things she overreacts about. Like the game "Boggle".                 For you people that don't know what Boggle is, it's a game in which you have a small container filled with dice that fit into grooves to show letters that are

                 There's a certain stage withing deep-set romantic depression that I'd like to address. It's the point in which you've been without your significant other for an extended period of time and you feel like you're finally beginning to cope with how badly things have turned out. It's in this time lapse that you will come into contact with something that reminds you explicitly of what you lost, with the removal of your partner, in your life. This leads to a certain set of events that are immediately triggered:                 1) A tingling sensation. You are met with an immeasurable shiver through your entire body, resulting in im