November 13, 2011 at 6:51pm
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As Far As My Feet Will Carry Me
The room burned orange and red, burned my lungs, burned my eyes as I crawled under restless smoke that, like me, struggled to find its way out of the house’s confinement. In this way, the smoke and I related; writhing and blind, aimless in our endeavors to reach the other side of the walls, the walls that began to crumble; they crumbled down, and caved in. They snapped and crackled like wood in a campfire, charred like coals in a furnace, and collapsed under like a frail child carrying weights around his shoulders. Dragging and catching on the bubbling, peeling laminate flooring, my skin, blistered and black, twitched from the intensity of the heat. It felt wrong to be breathing and suffocating at the same time, like trying to breathe with my head held under water. Above all the noise of the calamity in my mind, two words stood predominant against anything else: get out.
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October 27, 2011 at 12:02am
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Mom: Okay you two, be safe!
Rhiannon: Why are you dropping us off on this side of the road?!
Mom: I have to get to work my lunch break is over!
Rhiannon: You can't take a second to drop us on the other side??
Aeron: Mom it's a four lane street!
Mom: Hold hands!
Rhiannon and Aeron: ?!?!?!
October 26, 2011 at 11:50pm
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Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.
-The Wizard of Oz
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.
— Albert Einstein
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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it “chops”
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it.
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Scott: Yea, she always tells that story.
Rhiannon: Wow, that's some strong blackmail.
Scott: ... What?
Rhiannon: ... That's strong blackmail...?
Scott: ...
Rhiannon: ...You know what blackmail is right?
Scott: ... Black male? Like Mikey?
