some useless words that happened to be grouped together

The little shreds of rubber,

Represented,

Discarded thoughts.

i'm going to try to write more today, but i'm kind of sugar high so i can't think straight... adios my little sugar coverd lemon squirts :))))))))))))))

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Uggers i can't think of what to write about, comment with a topic so i can honor you with my literature

An interesting anecdote rfom the life of you're favorite blogger (or, as i like to say, Blogga)

One thing i strongly believe in is hippies. So many conservatives have shunned the hippie way of life since 'nam, and are teaching they're children to do the same. This annoys me because in my point of view, the hippie life is the life for me! Free love, peace,and freedom are all values i deeply believe in. At camp last week an incident occurred that still lingers in the back of my mind.
"You never stop smiling," said someone i had befriended at the camp.
"I guess i'm just a happy person," i replied.
"Yeah, he just loves everyone!" said my other friend i'd known for years.
"I'm like a modern day hippie," i laughed.
"Wow, he admits it," whispered a girl next to me to her friend.

Can you see what the f*ck is wrong with this picture?

A short little snippet of my cerebellum's ponderings

Empowered by peace and focus,
the elegant hunter caresses the skies.

More writing to come, my chocolate covered gummy worms :)

A new poem for you, my rasberry gum drops

Blue

Blue is tranquility,
silent contentment,
not angry, or sad.

When i close my eyes,
and peer into vacancy, not black, only absence.
I can imagine colors and feeling bursting on the back of my eyelids,
and the first color to appear is always blue.

IDK whether this is one poem, 2, or 3, take it as you wish my little gummy bears

Every piece of sand

Is but a piece of stone,

Together, these little pieces of sand,

Hold back oceans.

Tranquil,

Not always still,

But elegant, peaceful.

Redrock risen rambunctiously,

With green grass growing gallantly,

Scattered amok with yellow buds,

Slowly exploding to blooms.

Crapola

Untitled by Noah Young
(heavily a work in progress, i need people to critique these first two paragraphs. Thanks.)

The telephone ran while he was running the vacuum cleaner. Annoyed at now having to turn off the vacuum, pick up the phone, then after that turn the vacuum back on, then pick up where he left off, Daniel politely attempted to mask his disappointment as he answered the phone. As he heard what the woman on the other line said, his light-hearted voice and upbeat tone quickly melted away.
“I’ll be right there,” said Daniel shakily to the woman.

*

“I tried to tell him, I tried,” whispered Daniel out loud, yet to himself, as his ’96 Buick raced down I-95 in the fast lane. The woman he had talked to earlier was a secretary at Greencich Hospital. Daniel’s son, Richy was in a serious motorcycle accident.