Upside down and bound Casey could feel the capillaries in the tops of her cheeks, the parts facing the concrete floor, bursting and the strips of bed sheet straining like the tendons for her ankles they were wrapped around ( Read more... )

if you give me your address i'll send you postcards from across the sea. i promise.

"Oh, and, midday emails are totally the new text message."

cody was here for three day and there are six empty packs of cigarettes on the coffee table.

cody and turske are asleep on the sectional. i tried to wake them up, a bunch of times, woke up myself at 1030 and now it's almost 1230. i want to go to cozy with every ounce of my soul.

there was a big tour bus parked on wabash today and the sign on the front of it said tijuana. that bus was going to tijuana. i, on the other hand, am not.

I am
Utrecht "Cadmium Orange" acrylic (2 oz tube)
The wall is my easel.

Which house paint are you?

is it true?

ok guys, help. this is the first time i've done this so excuse me. i'm going to post a story here and i want to know what you think. some of you will be familiar with this character, as it is creative nonfiction. pretend you don't. it needs a lot of help ( Read more... )

new e-mail. i switched it all over again.

apaperknife@gmail.com

holla at me.

there is one spot left in the advanced fiction class i need to take and five minutes before i can register. i'm going to have a coronary.