Mother ( Read more... )

A few short parts I've been working on. They may be extended in the future ( Read more... )

Do you think that we dream
Of things sanguine?
The red, the scarlet, the crimson tide
Imbrued like a cheap bottle of wine
We're alcoholics for the violence
And the delirium tremors never cease
It's a killing moon tonight
And I plan to see it through

Thanks, kid.

There's something about the way this goes that I like ( Read more... )

It's hard when you can open a closet and remind yourself of someone when the contents all fall out. It's sort of bittersweet, but I think it's nice to have those sorts of things happen. It reminds you of how you should treasure every day with your friends, family, and loved ones ( Read more... )

1. I'll respond with something random about you ( Read more... )

Perhaps poetic justice is too much to hope for, though irony is as close a substitute as one can ask. But you lose out, because there is no gain, only mutual suffering and hidden schadenfreude ( Read more... )

She started wearing his shirts ( Read more... )

All right. Straight A's one more time. That brings us to a grand total of 33 credits at a 4.0 ( Read more... )

This is one hell of a machinal sound. Listen to the drumbeats that pulse in the veins and in your ears and realize that there is a knot in your stomach no surgeon could ever hope to unravel. We are too far gone to stop ourselves from dancing again, this pirouette of confusion and dizzy feelings, this rightness and wrongness of something so new it ( Read more... )