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Que To Your Face
I've wasted seven hours on "The Saying Goes" only to start Victorian(esque) and end Western(esque). This is what I get for surfacing when I was lost in the stream; sleep can always wait ( Read more... ) -
Bleeding Corporeal Fantasy
Twenty-four hours of a reminder, and twenty-four hours of the future. Stains always were my favorite accessory, and now the quiet doesn't seem so mighty ( Read more... ) -
He's Always There
Midnight. I woke up to an empty house. He was sitting at the foot of my bed, staring down at his feet. He doesn't say much, but his presence always made more of statement than anything he said. I looked away as fast as I could and ran outside for a cigarette. But some people you just can't out run ( Read more... ) -
Just Keep Drinking Water and You'll Be Alright
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.-Neil Gaiman ( Read more... ) -
Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
A lot magic seems lost lately, and given the passing holiday, I suppose it's a fitting theme for me to ramble on about. I was far from the "Christmas Spirit" this year, completely void as a matter of fact, but for a bit there I was excited simply for the concept of giving to the people close to me. Well that was injured before the exchange, and ( Read more... ) -
Lifting Up my Dress
Am I a masochist, or just stupid ( Read more... ) -
When the Distance Disappears
I'm breaking apart in your arms, in between your legs.
Your poison is the sweetest.
God, I've never seen you smile so much.I wanted to write it like a story, script it out as beautiful as it was when I had it ( Read more... ) -
Glitter Back on the Streets
If you don't pay attention, I'll disappear on you.And wouldn't that be something. Oh, wait, it is something, something that happens all too often. And being invisible isn't all it's cracked up to be. Lurking only goes so far ( Read more... ) -
Moonlight on the Window Ledge
He slid the window up all the way, letting in a breeze that was a sharper cold than I had ever felt. It was the dead of winter, three-something in the morning, and the snow had just finally let up. The cold didn't seem to phase him at all. He was shivering, goose-bumps and all, but he didn't seem to notice. He just sat there smoking, staring up ( Read more... ) -
Like a Heifer
I know I just couldn't say no, this only proves it. If it really is another re-hash, let this be the round the grand device works. Or maybe I'm just fucking stupid, that's also a pretty good possibility. It's the maybe phase ( Read more... )