emotions with longer names“Why are you holding a camera?” Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now.emotions with longer names
“I don’t know,” replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride.
She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren’t looking at the camera—they were looking at him.
“Talk to me,” he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks.
Bad PoetryDear --,Bad Poetry
I began your letter at the stop sign on Third Street and lost it in a traffic jam on Hemming Way; you would've rolled your eyes at the name, so I tried to imagine you sitting beside me. That's what did it, of course--I had a perfectly good sentence and it went right out the window
with sentiment.
See there--I was trying to redeem myself by writing a poem, but apologetic prose doesn't like to share. I had grand illusions--something about a word o
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Sometimes it's necesary to get more out of life than the world is willing to give...so make for yourself what life won't give you on it's own!
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I like the 2L bottles best.
What's up?
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I like the 2L bottles best.
...YEAHHHHH!
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When all the bamboo is gone..then what will all the panda's eat?!
keep it up hun!
i would though my writing is tres horrible!
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