God, all I want to do is go to sleep but I sucked in this deep breath of air that was stifling. Who would have thought an inhalation would feel closer to suffocation instead? Just staring at the clock while the minutes pass seems to make me feel all the more desperate, as if stupid red numbers on a rectangular screen somehow signify so much more ( Read more... )

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080417/ap_on_re_us/polygamist_retreat

By MICHELLE ROBERTS, Associated Press Writer 17 minutes ago

SAN ANGELO, Texas - A court hearing to decide the fate of the 416 children swept up in a raid on a West Texas polygamist sect descended into farce Thursday, with hundreds of lawyers in two packed buildings shouting ( Read more... )

 
Anyone rebelling against society and culture will be partaking in a great trip.

 
There are some things you will never say, and some things you will never share, and certainly, the other half of yourself will never even know-but will have a vague idea. They will sense an attitude in your nature, a reality that they themselves cannot realize; they will wonder extensively and wander even longer, but still be almost entirely ( Read more... )

You ever travel to a place in your mind that is so depressing at times that you wonder why you even venture there anymore? Why the charade? More importantly, why even bother? You are overgrown; these chairs you once sat in are far too small for you now, this cafeteria you once walked through is much more suffocating than it ever was before, all the ( Read more... )

THE SORROW OF LOVE

by: W.B. Yeats

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Nervousness, back in my day, was supposed to be associated with good things-the good "butterfly" feeling (I call it the "elevator" feeling). But I have since realized that people whom you are AFRAID of, in general, can create the same sort of feeling. Therefore, the people you love are not very far from the people that you hate.
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So today we went to Schlotzsky's, Natalie and I (before Kim had gotten there with us), and the guy at the counter was all, "I love your hair. You look like Bettie Page. I'm a fan of hers."
I wanted to be like, really? Because I haven't heard that a million times in a million other places, and neither has any other girl with black hair and bangs, or ( Read more... )

That feeling when you have been itching to write something, to say everything that needed to be said---the desire so great that the words are tumbling out of your mouth, your thoughts are stark raving mad, naked, waiting to be clothed by a piece of paper. Then you've wrapped everything up so tight, elegant and graceful. That feeling when you've ( Read more... )