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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:03 pm
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Fantasize
I have this delicious little fantasy about the boy who sits behind me.
I would be sitting quietly in my desk when he makes some smart-aleck comment recieveing titters of laughter from the other girls.
I knew it was the right moment.
I gently place my pen down, and slowly, slowly turn to face him. A tiny smile creeps across my face.
The boy stops his constant chatter when he sees me carefully, almost lovingly, examining his face. Just as I'd imagined, he got that slightly surprised look, and then let that little smirk settle itself on his lips.
Our eyes held each others for a moment, mine calm and his probing, curious. He tilted his head slightly, an unspoken question.
I inhaled, and opened my mouth to speak.
"Will you..." I paused, and then continued. "Shut your ******** mouth for once, you disgusting moron."
His jaw dropped, and there was silence as I turned back and picked up my pen.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:04 pm
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My Room, So To Speak
So different from any other room, mine is; My walls are of sky, and my floor of the sea. A bed is held aloft, caught in between two places, mind un-made; My clothes, delicious whirlwinds of colour pouring from my closet, dripping off hangers as hanging flowers; Paintings and poems, children of my boredom, held down by coloured tacks on those walls of sky; Magazine ads, a parade of art and oddity line my canvas of a ceiling; On my vanity (that everlasting well of delight and dissatisfaction), amidst makeup and nailpolish, camoflauge against the world, is a rose housed in a wine bottle, my smile in the morning and my comfort at night, a constant reminder. The cd player, my personal concerts, the dresser, an alter to fashion.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:15 pm
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