One day, I will be Robert fucking Neville.
Just you fucking watch me.

Will someone please kill Edwin Newbetter ?

Yeah, Ed_Seppuku again...same thing I just said on cockso basically, only this shit is more notes, and it's most likely less offensive...

My palms and fingers are sweaty, crammed into the square pockets of my brown sportcoat. I've often wondered why they call it a "sportcoat" when that's the last thing you'd want to wear if you were doing sports. The last vestiges of thursday afternoon cling to the top floor windows in swathes of gold. Adjacent to that, there's a goodbye-blue sky ( Read more... )

Like that stupid kind of torture they told you about in grade school "I'll whip you with a wet noodle" they "torture" me by snoring all night long. Perfect static angels, even my co-worker who sleeps on the couch falls in this category. My co-worker, who didn't give me the word that he was "going on break" -just fell out ( Read more... )

It started to make sense, like that night in the hospital, only that wasn't the way out, ah oh, fuck no. Suddenly I remember, I remember the half-hearted murder, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. When you sign up for it, when you sign up for murder, it's a package deal, or a package gamble. I wanted to feel that fucking revolver kick in my clenched ( Read more... )

Eyeball was dry suddenly. Like that "sand" that you get when you've been asleep all night, like it was developing in my eye. I rubbed it with my index finger, and examined it. Some kind of mucous. The monitor in front of me had blinking message boxes up, people trying to talk to me online. I took off my glasses with my right hands and scrubbed ( Read more... )

It was getting to the point that I wanted to drink and do drugs because ultimaely, I knew it was self-destructive. Not for the first time the other night I'd seriously considered beginning the use of heroin. That was the same kind of ride I was on already, wasn't it? I'd been mulling it over for a while, remembering everything I'd been told, ( Read more... )

I can't remember why, but it must have been about eight or nine years ago. I sat on the edge of the bed my parents shared before my dad died. Mom was kind of cranked out back then, due to my dad's very recent death, and she was at work. I had moved back to help mom out, both with rent and moral support ( Read more... )

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