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Sunday morning is the Lords day. You are not suppost to do work by any means. Did being a Sunday School Teacher count as work? Of corse not, silly…doing Gods work did not count. This is what Theresa told herself every Sunday. She had a hard time believing it though. It was once again Sunday […]


Posted at: December 21st, 2011 - 5:46 am - Number of Comments » 0

The smelly old blob lay down to die. He was all alone. He had found himself curled up, in a pile of old clothing. The clothing was piled up in the long hall way. This hall way lead to Uncle Sammy’s room. The mess had been there for months. It was compiled of bags and […]


Posted at: December 21st, 2011 - 5:46 am - Number of Comments » 0

Dear Professor, I must say this semester has gone by way to fast. I have learned alot in this class. So much of what I have learned I think will help me in the years to come. I never knew that writing blogs could be so hard. I mean I am used to just writing […]


Posted at: December 21st, 2011 - 5:45 am - Number of Comments » 1

The smelly old blob lay down to die. He was all alone. He had found himself curled up, in a pile of old clothing. The clothing was piled up in the long hall way that lead to Uncle Sammy’s room. It had been there for months. It was compiled of bags and bags of dirty […]


Posted at: December 4th, 2011 - 7:16 pm - Number of Comments » 2

The smelly old blob lay down to die. He was all alone. He had found himself curled up, in a pile of old clothing. The clothing was piled up in the long hall way that lead to Uncle Sammy’s room. It had been there for months, it was bags and bags of dirty unwashed clothing […]


Posted at: November 28th, 2011 - 2:50 am - Number of Comments » 1

The smelly old blob lay down to die. He was all alone. He had found himself curled up, in a pile of old clothing. The clothing was piled up in the long hall way that lead to Uncle Sammy’s room. It had been there for months, it was starting to smell and rot. The blob […]


Posted at: November 22nd, 2011 - 4:54 am - Number of Comments » 5

The smelly old blob lay down to die. He was all alone. He had found himself curled up, in a pile of old clothing. He was unable to move, let alone yelp in pain. The little girl was the last to say good-bye. Though at 2 1/2, the little girl didn’t know that this was […]


Posted at: November 14th, 2011 - 9:12 pm - Number of Comments » 3

The smelly old blob lay down to die. He was all alone. He had found himself curled up in a pile of old clothing unable to move let alone yelp in pain. The little girl was the last to say good-bye, though at 2 1/2, the little girl didn’t know that this was good-bye. It […]


Posted at: November 6th, 2011 - 4:01 am - Number of Comments » 6

Our love is pregnant inside me Implanted by your actions Everyday it grows bigger With your action my heart gets fat One day I can’t get any bigger My heart breaks like a omniatic sac I pain and contract pushing your love out moaning while you hold me till finally I birth our love into […]


Posted at: October 14th, 2011 - 7:01 pm - Number of Comments » 9

She was on the phone With the EMT She was in her home She began to moan Pretty please help me She said on the phone She could see the bone From her off white tee She was all alone She screamed in the phone Mr. EMT I slipped on a scone Now there is […]


Posted at: October 9th, 2011 - 10:08 pm - Number of Comments » 3