Why do all my words to you have to be wrapped up in cotton?
Like razor blades in candy apples, moist and sickly sweet against your lips. Attracting me like a fly to rotting meat. I can barely swallow anymore. I am since this changed a little bit, and maybe I took one less breath a minute every time I saw you in a vain attempt to extend time - but i ( Read more... )

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So this is where my crap goes. ALL my crap. Random ponderings, writings, and various day to day nonsense i feel like sharing with the world. It's going to be friends only, because frankly, I like knowing who (if anyone) is reading this madness. For now, the usual comment to be added
business and later when i have a wee bit more time on my ( Read more... )