woke up in the throes of the worst part of borderline personality disorder ( Read more... )

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Kelly E. had a certain reputation. Behind the closed doors of certain establishments where devil-gods played twisting lullaby's and cups of all shapes and measurements poured varied poisons that each delivered varied levels of disconnect, she was a queen. A whore queen, but one nonetheless. Her reputation extended forth from those walls out unto ( Read more... )

it happened again... I started off with the best of intentions, and nothing followed. I have writers block. Fuck. Mind is in deadlock. Fucking with people anons submit for graet justice seems to be the only creative thing I'm capable of right now. I'm in the middle, the meantime. I need to pick that book back up. Thought I was in the attic, but I ( Read more... )

This morning, I suddenly decided to follow my dream of writing professionally ( Read more... )

I whipped the car around the corner, with no thought for braking. No thought at all until I saw the child in front of me, now ten, now five, now one foot away. Tires screech across pavement now smoking as gravity pushes me around the kid. Another harrowing save by science. I slam the car into second, and take off like a bullet from a gun. Explosion ( Read more... )

I am Wrath.

I lept from the lions mouth when I was scarcely out of the womb,
and ever since,
have run throughout the hills,
with these case rapiers
stabbing myself in the arm
when there was none to fight withall.

I was born in hell
and look to it
for there, you shall be my father.

last blog was very bitchy, and representative of a bad mood no longer present.

Having trouble as of late...

A lot of conflict going on inside...

Having trouble finding a bettter job. No surprise there, I suppose. I am thinking a lot about going back to professional writing. It's something I can do from anywhere, and make pretty good money at it. ( Read more... )

"... stars that clear have been dead for years. But the idea just lives on."

I remember someone screaming "I'm scared! I'm scared that if I do this, you'll never be able to feel again."

I believe that it is largely out of spite that I strive to prove her wrong.

A strange night has passed. A strange twenty four hours, truth be told. Focusing on the ( Read more... )

Know this melody will linger, lilting in the night

Daydreaming My Days Away
Spinning around in an endless waltz. Doing this damnable dance time and time again. The "will she" and the "won't she" and the "dear god I hope she doesn't" 's all become tedious and all are renewed to wonder throughout the course of a lifetime.

When she dances, and it is ( Read more... )