"i guess being a supervillian was my calling ( Read more... )

a pile. frantically diving into the mound of seemingly useless and discarded items. somewhere in there, where...,amid the rubbish of a thousand years lay the hope of salvation. digging in up to my elbows, feeling objects long denied a humans touch, shiftiing pieces in some strange reverse puzzle. miniature landslides going off all around ( Read more... )

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he stood in snow and stared up at the horrible grey skies. it just wouldn't stop. a shovel lay next to him, unused. for what seemed to be an eternity, the land rolled over white. no trees, no houses, no outward signs of life. just him and his penance ( Read more... )

i think i might finally have something to say to you.

most stars you see are just planets.

i wish i was your boyfriend. because i'm better of course.

lets see how this one plays out.

here or there, i have stored my heart away. the trouble is remembering how i get back to it.

"a multiple personality is almost like being both sides of the chessboard."

"but you never really win..."

"yeah but you always have someone to play against."

"soon, we'll be damn near para-human. we could live like wilderness kings and follow the ways of old."

"or that horrible beast, that's been following us for a while now, is going to continue to terrify the living fuck out of us."

"well, us being wilderness kings and all, we should probably run as fast as we can...in the general direction of away

i'm sick. you ,however, make me feel worse. i just wish you could open up your eyes and pull your head out of your fucking ass for more than twelve seconds to see what kind of degenerate you really are sometimes.

i need medicine. medicine and love. love and a high-calibre gun. a gun and maybe a kiss and then we'll see how i feel.

i'm getting sick again ( Read more... )