black bitter brew
and indie bass hits from below
make the graphs and analysis go away
"trade you those books for a cigarette and a shot of jack" the girl at the door giggles
"one more day" i say reluctantly and blow her a kiss. she smiles- swishing the amber poison in its bottle, then disappears down the steps, before i find something to throw. ( Read more... )

and we all meet the hero. Of course he is hansom and debonair and probably a bit shy and socially awkward. Here where the story changes though- he learns to be a cocky asshole, gets the girl, decides he never really wanted her, and saves the world. Then to top it all off he will die right in the middle of the movie without leaving a legacy, without ( Read more... )

"I'm not a good person. I don't do what's right. That would be a justification of what I do. What I am and what I do is more complicated than that. Anyway, the blood on my hands contradicts any of that good person shit. And I'm not a Cavalier, I don't do anything to make the world a better place. The world already has its conservationists; its ( Read more... )

Welcome to the misplaced writings and ramblings of someone who thinks they can write. I figure, hey, I can draw and speak; why the hell can't I write. Sure I lack subtle nuances such as punctuation, grammar, and the fact that half of my lexicon may or may not have been delusionally fabricated in dreams and resourceful improvisation ( Read more... )