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Locked In Part I
written by: Celticman
USA
“Locked In Syndrome,” professor Schmid lectured, “occurs when an injury to the brainstem, specifically the ventral pons, results in the patient being perfectly conscious and aware, able to feel everything from the smallest, most nagging itch to the most severe pain, yet is completely unable to move, or even breathe, on his own. It is a horrible fate indeed. The French have a...
nominated by: LilyC
on: 6/4/2009
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Dig This
written by: Celticman
USA
After sending my Smiley Face Boxers to the White House, I couldn't just stop there, I HAD to try something else. Im beginning to think I need my woman here with me to keep my sanity intact. She has been far away for far too long.
Here it is:
The Smithsonian Institution
Museum of Natural History
Washington DC
20013-7012
Dear Dr E____,
I wish to thank you for sending the...
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America is a Terrorist Nation
written by: Marquis of Cups
25 Illinois
Heh. I love how propaganda gets started. Ever since 9/11, I've heard about this so-called "Terrorist." I think it's a fun thing to say, in a strange way, because it simply means, as far as I can see, "A person who instills fear in another person." Or a group of people. Or whatever. A creator, and cultivator, of terror. Now. Think about what this...
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6 Underground By Sneaker Pimps
written by: kamui
24 Oklahoma
Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
Ive got a head full of drought,
Down here, so faroff losing out
Round here,
Overground, watch this space,
Im open to falling from grace
Calm me down, bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me youre better than I wannabe
Dont think...
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Painful Proximity
written by: ThinScars66
Texas
This distance between us,
if only inches apart,
provokes an ache like no other,
on the tips of my figertips,
one subtle movement and they would graze the flesh on your neck,
this heartache is like wildfire,
running ramped through the branches of my nervous system,
threatening everything in me that is still sane,
your eyes burn this hole into my walls,
built by many years with iron and...
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Memory's Cut
written by: ThinScars66
Texas
Memories steam in my palm
like freshly branded skin,
the putrid smell of past mistakes
resonates through my mind,
visions cloud my confidence,
pain leaks in my veins and
quickens the pulse below my ear,
images leave bloody trails,
anxieties sew my lips closed,
your fiery blue eyes
leave chills running over my bones,
hands clenched, teeth settled,
all is war,
your voice feels...
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OD Mobile Beta Release
written by: The DiaryMaster
45 USA
I'm glad to announce today that we are releasing a beta version of OD Mobile, for all of you to try. OD Mobile is now available for use at m.opendiary.com. I chose to release ODM as a beta, because there are so many hundreds (or thousands) of different mobile devices in the world, it makes it impossible to thoroughly test the...
nominated by: X
on: 6/3/2009
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The Rockefellers
John Davison Rockefeller continues to be the most recognized (and perhaps the most despised) rich man in the world even though he's been dead since 1937. During the past century, no one family in America has assembled such power and influence as the Rockefellers, thanks to their wealth and close ties to England.
An 1897 edition of a rural Texas newspaper reported, "John D....
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Self-deception
written by: feel my pulse
38
“The ingenuity of self-deception is inexhaustible.”
Hannah Moore
I haven't had the will to write these past few days but see that it is necessary if I want to face the truth. I discovered that my partner B has been using again. Even after I bought him expensive text books and a backpack for his study, paid for his cancelled and rescheduled doctors fees as well as all of the...
nominated by: Deux
on: 6/2/2009
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JuPoThiMoMYASS
written by: DavyJonesin'
24
*chomps on Patton-esque corncob pipe*
IT'S COME TO MY ATTENTION...giggety...that..your..overall..BRAIN CAPACITY..must be limited, to that of an inbred, 11 toed, alabama bumfuck..
*paces, twirling riding crop*
HOW THE FUCK AM I...just one man, o solo mio..me myself and I...HOW THE FUCK AM I...supposed to show you the error of your ways? Any idears?-, don't think too hard, I don't want you...
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