There's some one I miss in particular but I guess I'll get over him.


A piece of AutumnThe last of the golden red leaves that so desperately clung to their trees in the rapidly disappearing days of autumn were no match for the fierce north winds that tugged at them. Easily plucking them from their former homes amongst the tree tops the winds drove these last leaves into a flurried dance of swirling colour in the fading daylight, only allowing them to come to rest upon the frosted grass once they were miles from were their journeys had begun. One little leaf had found its way into a quite hamlet where it was sheltered by the homes and barns of the residents who had all locked themselves away behind their oaken doors to hide beneA piece of Autumn


UntiledI can feel the heat on my temple and it scares me. My heart begins to race as the salty tang of sweat fills my nostrils. My veins coarse with adrenaline, fear and excitement vying for control as you trace a burning trail down my cheek and across my jaw before resting faintly upon my lips. You linger there only for a moment before pulling away.Untiled
I can still taste you there and my heart lurches, longing for more, aching for your caress. Its terrifying how much I need it how much I need you. And some nights I wake feeling that same fire burning in my dreams only to find Im alone in an empty room. You


One of the GuysBeing one of the guys is great! Isn't it? Well yes and no. Ever since I can remember I've been "one of the guys", even when I was young I resfused to be a girly girl. I'd sit in that awful pink dress my mom loved so much and play with my Transformers figuriens. Then as I got older I began to hang out with the guys cause lets face it they are WAY more fun than girls. I never backed down from a dare (no matter how discusting), I wrestled and tackled with the best of them and I could out chug and spit any guy (still can actually) It was great! But like anything there are two sides to this coin, so before you too become one of the guys thinOne of the Guys


A Coyote in HavenEverybody says turning eighteen is great. I beg to differ; my eighteenth birthday wasnt so hot; in fact it was down right crappy. Granted it started out alright, Kristina came over and we watched a few movies, ate some pizza and cake and laughed a whole lot at things that werent really all that funny. She gave me some new books (she knows I love them, cant get enough in fact) then we went out to spend the night in the fallen rubble of the towns old grain elevator a ways from my house. That was when everything started to go wrong.A Coyote in Haven
I live in a bitsy little town so theres no pollution and not many peopl
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
---The Venture Bros.
My NEW Blog! Come on by! [link]
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There are no ordinary moments.
"Where are you? Here. What time is it? Now. What are you? This moment". (From "Peaceful Warrior")
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When the past and present collide, the world returns to dust ...Find out what happens in my comic TRUE OR FALLEN
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Selavie /say-la-vee/, noun:
1. A smelly kind of cheese.
2. One who has no knowledge of French phonetics.
See also: ignorance, laziness.
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