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In the opening for yesterday's Simpson's episode, at the part where Homer throws out the glowing uranium stuck in his shirt, the pellet is caught by Otto (the bus driver), who shrugs, makes a non-commital grumt, and eats it. continuing to chill sprawled out on the park bench. That was funny... way funnier than my runby white stone on Nov 16 11:53 AM, 200 words. → 4 comments, Add one?
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Have you noticed the default backgrounds on journals? Well who decided that? Does anyone really feel like a beige field surrounded by brown sailboats? I know I don't... and yet I still have to choose the black background to represent the way I feel EVERY TIME I PUBLISH ONE... and I hate it. It's more of a peeve thanby white stone on Sep 22 10:05 PM, 100 words. → 10 comments, Add one?
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I was in 6th grade with my brand new tattoo and Girbaud jeans (anyone remember those?), Brut cologne (nasty stuff) and Airwalk Ones... walking with a strut like a rooster on crack.It was a great year for me. Some of the learning inflicted on me during those great times was from the D.A.R.E program. If anyone doesn'tby white stone on Sep 22 5:20 PM, 400 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
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So... I'm sweating like a whore in church... like a fat man in a Miata... like a witches titty in a brass bra... like Burt Reynolds upper lip at a moustache convention... but fall starts tomorrow so I refuse to turn on the A.C. I'm actually not sweating that badly, I just got carried away with comparisons. You likeby white stone on Sep 21 9:56 PM, 200 words. → 14 comments, Add one?
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So has anyone noticed that A.P has been a relative dead-zone for the past 2 months or so? Rarely have I seen more than 10 of my favorites online at once. I've been on vacation and dealing with some things, so granted I've been absent too, but anyone care to chime in on this? Well... I guess it is labor day... butby white stone on Sep 6 9:51 AM, 400 words. → 15 comments, Add one?
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"I don't know... I've seen movies and stuff... pool halls are sexy places in southern... places..." Discuss...by white stone on Aug 9 10:40 PM, → 7 comments, Add one?
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My feelings are too intense to write, and it's driving me nuts. Anyone ever have that problem? There are just too many things to write about and my head is filled to bursting. I just want some of this stuff out in words but every time I try it comes out in a jumble.by white stone on Jul 28 10:58 AM, → 18 comments, Add one?
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So I'm at Java City across the street from some college drinking coffee listening to bad indie music over the speakers. My intarnets got shut off by the man yesterday while I was gone to deal with legalities. Forgot to pay it.I can't find my wallet! Can't pay my bill! 1 Someone, shoot me up with ethernet.... fby white stone on Jul 14 9:26 AM, 100 words. → 49 comments, Add one?
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Yeah... so if I was on a hypothetical web-site... and it had hypothetical poems on it... and there was a "best of all time list", let's say.... and I saw that there was a poem that was creeping up on the list that was about a DOG (that's my least favorite emoticon, by the way)... or maybe even this hypothetical poby white stone on Jul 12 10:53 PM, 100 words. → 15 comments, Add one?
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So I woke up this morning and on my screen it says I won number 3 top commenter of the day, and had won a one week silver membership. About 11:00, I thought to myself, I want to get top commenter... just to see if I can do it. So I've commented on 177 poems today, and no joke, people, MY HANDS FREAKIN' HURT SO BADby white stone on Jul 10 12:04 AM, 100 words. → 53 comments, Add one?
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I just have a minute, so this is going to be terse and chaotic: Get to writing! I'm going to need something to read when I get back. My digital camera died under the influence of salt... damn it. I am lobster red and extremely brown... I would upload a pic... but like I said... when I get home though I will postby white stone on Jul 4 4:04 PM, 200 words. → 10 comments, Add one?
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o.k everyone... I'm off to Galveston til the 5th. Have fun, hold down the fort, and try not to do anything I wouldn't do at least 5 times. I'll miss you crazy poets. Happy 4th! And to all our members from other countries... Happy Saturday!by white stone on Jul 2 11:12 PM, 100 words. → 11 comments, Add one?
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When I was a young boy I looked up to Michael Jackson. I wanted to be a dancer because of him. I had the sparkly white glove and these penny loafers and big 80's sunglasses and I would drive my Knight Rider car into the kitchen and dance around to the Thriller album. Yes, album, as in vinyl. I listened to it so muby white stone on Jun 25 6:59 PM, 500 words. → 38 comments, Add one?
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step 1: Look at something you loathe... 1 2 step 2: Put it in the microwave and set the timer to 6:66... 3 4 step 3: Photograph it being microwaved... 5 step 4: Admire the destruction... 6 step 5:
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1 2by white stone on Jun 10 12:48 PM, 100 words. → 16 comments, Add one?
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a painting I gave away. Pic is blurry, but all I got. 1 I do weird stuff... this is my booth at the local art walk. I made the table and painted it as well. 2 A different shot of the same stuff...by white stone on Jun 8 7:42 PM, 100 words. → 11 comments, Add one?
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This exerpt actually happened about a year and a half before the end of "Misadventures 1"... I can remember the first time I tripped on L.S.D like it was yesterday... my friend Wes and I had gone to the bowling alley to meet the "candyman"... we got 4 hits of "Jesus Christ Superstar" for 5 bucks apiece. It wasby white stone on Jun 6 2:28 PM, 900 words. → 2 comments, Add one?
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A friend of mine is going on a two week field drill with his National Guard unit, so we went out to eat Chinese Buffet last night. 1 I had a good time playing with a crawfish, making it dance around and act like a smartass, often making it speak in an Italian accent and give people "the claw"... 2 Anyway, I
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This poem was written for Matt E. Smith's Contest: http://allpoetry.com/contest/2449043 1 2 3 4
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1 This is my 9 year old Bonsai. His name is Lao. He is my friend. I chill with him. I Talk to him. Discuss...
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1 At 14 years old, I was already an accomplished pot head, well versed in the lines of cocaine. I had listened to my fair share of hallucinogenic symphonies as well, and was head over heels in love with chemical substances. I already had a stint in rehab under my belt, and an on campby white stone on Jun 4 11:34 AM, In Autobiographical, Life, Thoughts. 1,400 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
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For those of you who read this journal, it is part of a series. "Vivid Dreams 1" outlines types of dreams. 1 For a couple of months I lived in the wilderness of Texas. While there I had some of the most vibrant and strange dreams of my life. Without the stale recycled air of civilized walls, exposed to moonlig
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I am fascinated by the realm of dreams, the place where fantasy kisses being. 1 While our flesh is on autopilot, we repair ourselves. 2 This is a temporary pause of consciousness, a break from conscious motion. A time when the subconscious mind spills it's subjective symbols into the fore, like whalesby white stone on May 18 3:29 PM, 900 words. → 60 comments, Add one?
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