..."that's shameless, they were victims ( Read more... )

He stood next to the stained white porceline with pen and ink in hand. The bathroom was emtpy eccept for Rickie in the middle stall who scrawled cleaver remarks on the wall. In a craze he had replied to every comment, every snere, and captioned each bored doodle with senecism and wit. He was still writing though. He kept pace with his tapping ( Read more... )

He spaces the candles apart at equal distance, using the length between his thumb and forefinger for attempted specifics. Afterwards he checks his watch, but only out of habit and forgets the time when removed from his eye sight. The man rumples through a few days worth of absently collected memento’s before finally coming into contact with the ( Read more... )

Like a mad troubador he darts back and forth with a blade for an arm and only the moonlight to direct his footing ( Read more... )

He spaces the candles apart at equal distance, using the length between his thumb and forefinger for attempted specifics. Afterwards he checks his watch, but only out of habit and forgets the time when removed from his eye sight. The man rumples through a few days worth of absently collected memento’s before finally coming into contact with the ( Read more... )

Forgot what I was doing for the sake of uncle alcohol ( Read more... )

Caffeine induced aggression carries me on to the next chapter. In the last, the main character wasted his final working brain cells in a desperate attempt to destroy his trying conscience. In this, he'll fall to an even lower level because I feel like shit. That's what writers do, they displace their basic emotions into a created universe so ( Read more... )

"I have a destiny. I have a purpose ( Read more... )

"I have a destiny. I have a purpose ( Read more... )

"Take this pill and you could be just like me ( Read more... )