A treasure ( Read more... )

Clumsy and inarticulate, the human syndrome, base, obtuse and leaving little to the imagination. "Girls Gone Wild" nocturnal stimuli as I dream, but I fell asleep to the history channel, wake up aroused and disgusted to jerk off angrily before I surf the airwaves for harmonious noise. The adventure is gone, it occurs to me, westward expansion ( Read more... )

I died in the Dungeon of Absolutenill

I was killed in an octagonal arena by a tainted potion, whilst carrying...

the Dagger of My Satin Sheets, the Wand of Billie Holiday, the Armour of Tinselghost, the Crown of Aoife28, the Wand of Operation Ivy, a Figurine of Stephie, the Wand of Bt, the Wand of Flcl, the Amulet of Gramma 1918, the Shield of ( Read more... )

I died in the Dungeon of Absolutenill

I was killed in a foul-smelling alcove by the wrath of Abuse Me, whilst carrying...

the Axe of Eruza, a Figurine of Midnightskiss, the Dagger of Tom Waits, the Armour of Abbysmells, a Figurine of Sweetdenial and 31 gold pieces.

Score: 65
Explore the Dungeon of Absolutenill and try to beat this score,
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Where are the voices of my generation ( Read more... )

It is I, who is he, who hasn't been updating...or writing. For the last several months bartending has sapped most of my creative will. Yesterday I began a new chapter. I am continuing to work for Marriott but now as a DTS agent ( Read more... )

You go on about our salvation and I point to the heavens. Just a gesture, but something else clings to your thoughts and drives you further from me. Wildfires flushing life from the brush. Beginnings like comets, shooting stars like wishes, burgeonings, outcrops that hang, a shadowy precipice in curtains veiling temptations. Icy tendrils, incurring ( Read more... )

There is someone, beating like a drum, savage and bewildered beneath a bloody and vengeful dawn ( Read more... )

An entrance, like a child, playing softly on my mind, reaching into that sad exterior and making me unwind. You're a triumphant song that plays for me. A melody uncompromising. It seems to me I've waited all my life just to see you smile. Like a memory you'll grow distant. Languid arms lain around my slumping frame. I'll refrain from telling you ( Read more... )

A Sad song's true verse is as fond of us as luck to lovers ( Read more... )