the speaker bounced slightly and the there was something in the tinny shrill that made the back of my neck cold. it made my eyes well up and blurred my vision. there was something in the embarrassment of all this that was many times more shaming than any tears could do as they ran down my cheeks. now i think of the chuckle she had that night and ( Read more... )

he laid on his back as he waited. the ends of hard, dry blades of brown grass pricked his skin through the heavy wool jacket that he wore. the shadows of clouds raced by on the ground around him and their reflections shown in his icy blue eyes. his eyes stared up but he did not see the sky, his mind rested on the way her blonde hair fell and then ( Read more... )

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belly up to it. warm. raising and falling away again. it's all suffering and sleeping now. tomorrow it may be this or that. rolling in the sand. the feel of sand in my hair. under running water and collecting around my toes. i think of the imperfect. i think of failures, of shoulders drawn in pencil on white painted cardboard. i think of a thousand ( Read more... )

it's the same one again. i've noticed that my fingers have never really healed. a, s, and w are all still hard. odd i haven't noticed for so long. it's about the children, when things were perfect without trying. it was all a sweet dream. trying to get back to that, endlessly. i will sit my son or daughter down at age 4 and tell them. don't get ( Read more... )

everybody likes fucking. that's why it's fucking and not algebra or history or digging holes in the ground.

my cat folds his ears back. he doesn't care for the choice of music. it goes vuh vuh vuh vuh. now it has the sound of an old warped record. the needle hopping off the surface as the black vinyl dips away. it's pretty i think. pep talks never really work, i've noticed. it was always better to be left alone to think about failures. is it the sound of ( Read more... )

she said she fell in love with a girl at first sight. the only thing she's ever loved is self-destruction. she knows it too.

how do you go about deciding who should live and who should die?