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by aster itchy people tend to itch other people even when they dont want to be itched or scratched or touched in any kind of manner gentle or sticky or not. when they get out we better go, toward the country where the horses and things live. i dont know. nevermind. magazine clippings would fit so well here: See. Here fits a triangle shaped bit of red, with blue stripes. . . . ............... but not white too. and less blue even, it gets to obvious. oblivious. oblivion. is that bad? Yes, Very Bad. oh dear. ack shivers. sshhhhiverrs. crinkly lonely pointy prinkly prickly needley shivers.

by aster haha upsidedown it is blurry upside down. thats what the boy compalined about on his way to the supermarket "hi, im a pretentous bastard." "a what?" exclaimed the not so smart clerk "so things get left out" "huh?" "just give me my pickles." so the clerk took the money and the boy proceeded to open the jar and on his way home he ate one pickle for every 5 minutes. it took him about 15 minutes to walk home so he ate 3 pickles. by this time the jar was looking rather empty, and so that the pickle loving boy would not have to return to the market that day, he hid them pickles under his pillow. the and so then he and in the morning, ...

"I don't think talk." by BMC I don't know. I. I percieve. I judge. I try to understand. I know nothing outside of I. I am this tall. I am this smart. I am this and I am not this. I do not care to define 'this'. I care. I am not worried. I am one. I am more. I am not you. I am waiting for the computer. I am not there. I am here. I recognize. I don't care. I walk. I sit. I look cool sometimes. I seem perfect. I do not understand contentment. I am selfish. I want to sleep. I forget what colours look good on me. I don't have time. I need to learn. I must be faster. I must be smarter. I must do better. I must not die or give up. I must repeat...

by lachrymite Once upon a time there was a boy named Ceiling Fan, and a girl named Lightswitch. Ceiling Fan was madly in love with Lightswitch, but she never knew it... she was very popular at school, and though the two were friends, Ceiling Fan was much too new at the school to ever think he seriously stood a chance with Lightswitch. Lightswitch was dating the most popular boy at school, Lawnchair. Lawnchair was the most handsome, strong, and smart boy in the entire school. He was also secretly a jerk, but everyone thought he was really nice, because he was an excellent liar. Lightswitch didn't know it, but Lawnchair was fooling around ...

The Dirty House by Phairgirl I was thirsty. But we have no clean cups. We haven't had any clean cups in months, because nobody does the dishes. The dishes are stacked all over the kitchen--in the sink, by the sink, in the drainer, on the table, and on two countertops. There are even some dishes in the livingroom and in people's bedrooms. So I went into the bathroom and I stuck my head under the faucet to get a drink of water. My cat came in and got jealous. He has his own bowl of water on the floor. But he HATES the bowl of water. He has some kind of strange bowl paranoia. He only likes to drink water out of the faucet. So I moved over a...

Hello I am AIDS, the puppet made of wood staunch and solid. Sometimes it is a sad thing to be a PUPPET because you are made of WOOD and no one wants to kiss you because tehy think you will get splinters in their lips and you tell them, "No, I am sanded," but they don't listen and they are worried your wooden tongue won't feel good pressed against their flesh tongue. I wish I was not made of wood. Being made of wood is a sad thing and a vile thing and and a not too good thing. I want to shout out to my main man vo- "I slept with x" -dka. He slept with everyone; ain't that just like my heart babe, when you don't kiss my lips? Yeah, so, let...

"Pickle in a Pickle" by oregano Once upon a time there was a pickle who could not talk. He walked into a store and said, "Hi, I am a pickle and I would like a bag of cherries." Except he was not able to talk, something is wrong in this story; but still he got some cherries, but I forgot how. Also I forgot that the pickle had no legs and so there was no way he could walk into the store. Maybe I have it all wrong and the pickle who could not walk and who could not talk did not get any cherries. Wait here. Wait. Okay? I am going to ask my Mom. This will be very quick. Wait. Okay, I just asked her and she said she saw the pickle eating a bag...

Poems by Kieren ------ "scared to wake" And scared to wake from childhood dreams we built imaginations from what we had seen then moved away to some place free across the mountains to the eastern sea to the halls of learning physics, astronomy, and maths to office buildings of towering glass. ------ "unimpressed day" on this unimpressed day whose nights seem like all others monotonous and slow but nearly over as the sky lightens outside the window and you will know it is morning when the seagulls begin to perch tapping with beak and wing the plasticky window pane of glass and almost soon the sun will rise as you examine the empty coffee ...

Run-on Sentence -- One fine day as I was walking through the park, I came upon a hrose who told me that I was to continue walking until I met another hrose, so I did, and I eventually met the second hrose, who looked at me funny, but I didn't say anything because he was very big, but certainly not as big as the biggest hrose I saw, and I spoke some kind words, and he looked at me once before jumping in the air and screaming that I have to go find the magical garden, so I did, and when I found it, I picked from it a magical yellow aster and put it in my pocket, and with a smile on my face, I left the park to go to Becky's house, where I d...

The Necromancer -- The three men gazed at the road ahead of them, as they left the safety of Willow Dale. Al, a tall, blond human with a lean but muscular build led his traveling companions. Ged, the tall, dark-haired elf with a lean build brought up the rear, for he had incredible perception and could sense danger lurking. Professor Neil, another human but dark-haired and more muscular than Al, marched in between his friends, carrying the supplies. Eventually the trio reached the River Dawn, meaning they were indeed traveling south as the map instructed. Al held his hand above his eyes, staring into the dark blue waters. "I guess this i...