(yet another collaboration from haske/mcvey ( Read more... )

i dreamed that i slept and i actually dreamed.

once again i wake up in a cold sweat, in a house that's kept at eighty degrees fahrenheit. this constant state of anxiety has taken a toll on me in recent weeks. my face has paled like a full moon, my eyes have sunken further into cavernous eye sockets. my jeans fall further off my hips with each ( Read more... )

i am done for awhile.
i am withdrawing from the electronic world.
i need some time to myself.
i think for the next couple of weeks i'm going to write,
find a new job, and just be done with people for awhile.

this is what insomnia, stress, depression, and frustration do to a person.

if you need me for anything, you have my numbers.
and if you don ( Read more... )

i am not your friend; i am just a man who knows how it feels. my face is still numb from the icy winds that tore at my face for the last couple of hours. the walk was half-way cathartic. i am still in the same exact place i was before i left, only considerably more frost-bitten. my eyes feel glazed over, and unfocused. my hands shake from the ( Read more... )

shallow graves. i am dracula, whitewashed fingers slammed in a casket lid. i am the antithesis of sunlight. i am...dead. to the world, anyway. i have sucked myself dry, wanting more from life. i am finally done. i am finally empty. there is nothing left of me but a simple flimsy husk of what once was ( Read more... )

fucking two o'clock in the morning, standing in a bar, with a drink in hand. every single night is more of the same. the same stale beers, the same bottles of overpriced liqour, and the same dull conversation. this vampiric lifestyle is one we all hate yet embrace at the same time. feeding off of eachother until there is nothing left, then ( Read more... )

another night with your head in the oven, simmering like a heat wave over you. no reason to shave, no one here to impress. no reason to do laundry, because the cleanest dirty shirt is more than enough. no reason to eat, because after three days hunger disappears. no reason to dress warmly for the cold, because you're already numb. no reason to ( Read more... )

fowl play. "this isn't exactly how this was planned out, jean-pierre." the taller of two penguins casually said, cigarette smoke escaping his tiny beak. he looked dissatisfyingly at the woman tied to the kitchen chair. the shorter of the penguins waddled around her, making sure the ropes were tight ( Read more... )

saviour self. my tired hands grip the counter rather shakily as i stare into my bloodshot eyes. there's spit running down my chin, and a toilet bowl full of last nights dinner. the sweat on my brow is like the condensation on a bottle of beer. the heat is weathering me away to the point of nothing ( Read more... )

this is me, an hour ago.


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