Private Witt: Do you ever feel lonely?
First Sgt. Edward Welsh: Only around people.

i had a dream i found old photos in my brothers old room; a constellation lighting up the night sky, a solar/lunar eclipse taken by his ex-girlfriend. and just like that, a series of old memories and rare moments began to play back in my mind. know how they say your sense of smell has the strongest tie to memories? its false. my mind hopped a fence ( Read more... )

Any damage to the brain is unreliable at best. Brain damage results in that vegetative state. The bullet is flexible and the brain is resilient; you will end up as often as not a faceless, motionless wretch, trapped in a body that no longer moves, hearing and feeling a world you cannot touch, taste or see ( Read more... )

sometimes art is illegal interactive

We smile when they're babies.
We scold when they're teens.
We ignore when they're adults.
We stay away when they're old.
Life and the train.

i wasnt sure what feeling i would experience when i walked into the empty apartment after the movers had come and gone. but as i stepped inside the microcosm of life that i once called home, i felt a wave of euphoria enter my body: empty as it sat on the day i moved in and began the last chapter of my life, it sits empty now to represent the ( Read more... )

i drive a heavy modified honda prelude, the engine has been torn apart and rebuilt - twice. the automatic transmission was torn out for a standard. it has been turbocharged and defiled in every possible manner. it has twice power it had when it rolled off the assembly line. owning this car is a very labor intensive hobby, and my back is starting to ( Read more... )

im trying to remember the monumental realizations that ive had in the past. such as the realization that every bit of paranoia instilled in me by my mother was simply urban myth, that my parents were once as young and clueless as i was, that nobody really ever knows what the fuck is going on. that i was a judgmental fuck. that i was capable as ( Read more... )

necropolis of memories, most that id rather forget. there are people i miss. concepts mostly. as i age, i realize, i hardly even knew myself, let alone anybody else. friends drop like flies. or maybe i never really had one. if you are here and you are reading this, maybe i miss you. maybe i just miss the past. maybe i never really loved anything, ( Read more... )

sometimes when i cant sleep i walk. i enter a zone where hunger, fatigue, cold, heat, and social day to day dilly-dallying no longer touch me. i used to live for this ultimate feeling of being alone. swallowed into my own solitude. locked up tight, the social world behind me miles and miles away. but moments like this are becoming much more rare to ( Read more... )