I can't touch you, not without your permission. But I'd want to know every inch of your body so that I could feel comfortable enough to put my ear directly over your heart. Listen to your heart beat. To get close enough to you so that I could feel your breath on my skin, and just stay there. I want to know you intimately, so that maybe, the ( Read more... )

Willingly entered into a contract spelling out the terms of my demise. Not a physical demise, or not yet anyways. Suppose your spirit and strength and beautiful individuality is contained in a barrel. The current situation is putting enormous pressure on the barrel, forcing it's bloated belly inwards upon itself, much of it's valuable contents ( Read more... )

There is nothing that you or anyone else can say to make my days any easier for me. Fuck you, fuck this. I'm tired of everyone's bullshit. I'm alone, and that's how it will be for a long time to come.

I wish that I knew what it was that triggered memories. More specifically, memories not visited for at least 7 years. Someone said that 7 years is the time that it takes for any human being to become an entirely different person. I suppose this is a purely physical aspect of the word, but I reckon physical being and state of being are ( Read more... )

i miss you gramma.

He came home late again, the house was dark and quiet.  The air was cool and soft in the living room.  It smelled comfortable, it smelled familiar.  Somewhere in the back room his wife was breathing evenly, deeply, asleep on her right side, arm thrown under her pillow.  Legs splayed out across the bed, taking up an unnecessary amount of room for ( Read more... )

I can't remember what we talked about, I can never remember things like that.  She wore green, her hair fell along her back, between her delicate shoulder blades.  I remember walking with my right arm around her waist, the warmth of her body, the smell of her skin ( Read more... )

The train came screeching to a halt when confronted by the millions of rabbits hopping across it's tracks.  The conductor had never seen anything quite so literally moving.  The epitome of chaos, millions upon millions of tan, grey and white rabbits, exiled from their home perhaps, forever in search of their promised land.


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I haven't had much to post in way of words, so I will use pictures instead.


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Have recently moved out of Sadr City into the larger outlying sprawl of Baghdad. Sitting comfortably in a two man, air-conditioned room with internet access, soft beds and clean sheets. Sharing a room with Evaristo Vasquez, he doesn't talk much and neither do I. Our room smells nice, like lavender, papaya and musty air conditioning. I have been ( Read more... )