Everything feels so empty without you. There is a piece of me missing and it seems that the harder I try, I can't make this feeling go away. I just feel as though I'm not whole, incomplete, and that my heart breaks every second I'm not around you ( Read more... )

but call-response overturns convictions everytime.

Gods play chess with living pieces. But while they win or lose, we mortals bleed and die.

Well. I certainly am gaining friends quickly. What am I looking at in that picture?

What ghosts exist behind these attic walls? There's got to be a simpler explanation because I scrimped and I saved just to find that they've been splicing my inventions. Cold skin and bones and this latitude. We're not paying until the heat comes through. So I slept in a stocking cap and wool scarf ( Read more... )

Double rent for a month more. No idea how long my car will hold out ( Read more... )

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I live in a sea of boxes and tape of all colors.

And a man smashes headlong into a pole on a street which I frequently traverse. Floating debris. The air is stagnant and hot, hot, hot. I am a sun spot. First day of autumn.

Pavement is no longer tile when the sky is bleeding orange. The sun is low and bloated. Talking, talking, talking.