“No?”

“Yes, no.”

“Huh?”

“Don't give me that look. Honestly, what do you expect? You expect me to come here every night and listen to you drone on and on, and just go back to your place and suck your cock because life is so deep and hard and miserable? Is that really your strategy? It doesn't impress me ( Read more... )

Where have I been… Not a lot of places, I guess. Life is life, it moves forward and changes everyday ( Read more... )

   “People are week…”
   A cough. A squeak. A clink.
   “It sounds good to say. ‘People are weak.’ It's bullshit, sweetie. People aren't weak, they're just fragile. Easy to hurt, but hard to break. Takes a whole Hell of a lot to break someone-gotta start young, when they're soft and big-eyed. Start before they know.”
   A hand. A finger. A ring.
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   A sigh. A cloud of smoke. A cough ( Read more... )

   “I don't ask for much outta life. Just a sense of what's real, and what's true. You see, honesty is what gets a man down; it's what really gets ugly and dirty. Truth hurts, as they say-what they don't say is that truth is love, darling ( Read more... )

    I have an unhealthy addiction to Doritos ( Read more... )

( Another poem? )

( a poem )

Today, I was handed a job.

What?

This week, I filed for one hundred and thirty-three hours… for a two-week pay period.

Ergh.

Tonight, I can't bloody sleep.

LIFE IS HARD, BOO HOO!!1!1!ONEONE!11ELEVENTYONE!11

Thus marks my return to civilisation.

( The Hardest Part: a poem )