index and ring tracing the curve of a breast
mouths lingering in the twilight where a kiss is all but irrevocable
it rained, outside, for weeks
but lament turned to hope
for echos to become whispers

rainy day music:
Ladyhawke - My Delirium
Bat for Lashes - Daniel
Kap Bambino - Dead Lazers
Willard Grant Conspiracy & Telefunk - Grun Grun

Mother Energy Drink. Slogan is A Mother Load of Energy. They have billboards spanning an entire downtown city block with this slogan plastered all over them. Cannot find contact information for whoever was the complete incompetent who managed to balls-up this incredibly common phrase. Imagine the brief went something like this:
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My lips part
and, there,
escapes a little of me -
enveloped in your softness -
a gasp!
and my head splits open for more
I close my eyes to see you
and let lose this sweet misery
addiction

Heather left a week ago. My eyes dried two days ago. Sometimes I would just burst into tears and not even know why. The quietude of the apartment was deafening; traumatising, unexpected.

It's difficult to dwell on it though when I have more weightier issues to consider.

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Since canceling my dvd-renting service I had rediscovered that my Bose system somehow got region-locked at some point and so all but one of my dvds does not work in it (What's Up Tiger Lily ( Read more... )

I know now, first in months, where I stand. The issue is that I do not like it, and beginning last night into today I have been struck with a paralyzing dread of my life. It is no longer ennui with which I am afflicted, but a pervasive sense of an ending in movement. A perceived stall that I foresee self-actualising ( Read more... )

I woke from her knee in my side, and her face beamed from above me. Her eyes danced above a grin and for all my life I would've sworn they were gloating were not they accompanied by her obliviousness of me as anything more than a superficial fixture in her world. I could smell the sweat of her sins and beaded excitement wreathed her. What little ( Read more... )

STALKER needs a mod for playing solitaire, for when I'm hiding in a science lab waiting for morning to come because I genuinely do not want to be out hiking through radioactive swampland with zombified fucking Russians at night.

1am Edit: Got bored waiting. Found out there are worse things in life. Like being stuck in an underground lab full ( Read more... )

I can see you coming; you're not so smart as that, even if you know I'm afraid of you.

Time passes, and you're no longer my first love but simply a mnemonic device for remembering loss.

I wonder where I'm going.