you've been forwarned of the shake shake down

A lot has been said about how to prevent rape ( Read more... )

when i write my first great work, i'm going to package each book in a blister pack,
i'll dedicate the novel to every person who takes the time to open that damned plastic
and every cut scrape and drop of blood shed on the transparent prison
will be like a little bit of what i give myself
each time i sit down
and write

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina!

Out of the flames
A piece of brain in my hair
The wheels are melting
A ghost is screaming your name.

Tina! Tina!

Bleeding all around
Liquid metal through my veins
The radio's burning
A ghost is screaming your name

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina!

A winter story ( Read more... )

- advertisers that use a female too attractive distract from their product ( Read more... )

Her heartbeat beats heavy sounds bump-bump-bump-bump ( Read more... )

The shops are empty. The broad canopy signs no longer feel the sting of electiricty. Through the dim windows, chairs are stacked, two to a table. The lights are off. Cardboard boxes line the street. The bicycles are tied in chains to metal light-poles. The street lights blink red, stay for a moment, then head off. On any summer day, these shops ( Read more... )

i won't be writing in here much anymore.

A thin orange plastic fence torn around the worn wood is all that blocks the sidewalk path, this once clean concrete, now a byproduct of litter, trash and mud, parked cars, metal bars, black plastic tunnels, plywood, and quiet. This walkway has been closed for weeks. There wasn't anything dangerous about that walk, till they came, but no doubt ( Read more... )