It is dealing with the mundane that hushes fever'd eyes ( Read more... )

Yearning swirls a starving sense of urgency ( Read more... )

...eyes follow the gentle sway of lifeless limbs, suspended in eternity, synonymous with the disappearance of hope. Squishing through the puddles of blood that seeps slowly into the carpets once creamy shade of vanilla, searching for clues or at least a simple sign of life. One that eases a still beating heart. Soupy entrails send shivers bouncing ( Read more... )

Old stale light, yellow and dingy, flooding in from tattered drapes, jutting out through the window, sending odd shapes across the stained hardwood floor. Raised just above the bleak light sits the battered record player spinning continuously over a notch on the record, playing one five second clip over and over again. Those notes sing repetitively ( Read more... )

I have been drunk for 8 days straight. I am going ice skating tomorrow with some dude/broads, Which will probably make it nine because who can ice skate sober? I need a reason to stop.

Can we spin, shake, shiver, and dance under the dull light of thirty year old light bulbs ( Read more... )

Isolation, as it appears to me now, may be a means to an abrupt end. Not one of romanticism, the way we so often read of it, but rather one stained with jealousy. A jealousy of a passing wind through silhouettes of evergreens on it's way to another destination. Or of a soft rain, viewed only from slight angles which show rain passing by the amber ( Read more... )

I wonder if anyone recalls what today is. From exactly right now...

...through the soft gusts of silver stained winter wind, her petite lips struggle to part, soon though they slack and split. Yet her tongue flutters, and she spits out a stutter that falls like a bee who seems to have lost his stinger. Hurdling towards a cold earth her thoughts fatally catch the ground, like another suicide. Misplaced lyrics to her ( Read more... )

excite exciter ( Read more... )