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to the weak and the weary
Dressed up as he should, late 20something with fresh washed hair. Hygeine is important, they say ( Read more... ) -
dried up
So she sold my soul. The one I gave her to hold for me, to keep it safe and free ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Somehow the stars shone a little brighter on his way home. Somehow they seemed to twinkle and speak to him, calm him. He still felt the bitter chill but he felt warmed by his own embrace ( Read more... ) -
funnie money
Phoom Shroom Doom Platoon Instigate the army to Castigate themselves... masticate. nummy bubblebubble in my mouth down south for the winter so bitter and if by chance you make your way out of the fear of nebulous reverance you can find me close by smoking a smoke in the corner would you like a toke? I only joke. I'm lying in the gutter crying, a ( Read more... ) -
buffered
The corn fields to his sides slowly gave way to plain, flat land. Speedometer stayed steady at 90mph and ate up everything around him. Day gave way to night gave way to day ( Read more... ) -
they'll never hurt you like I do
White washed days slipped away one by one. His vision of a single room and all time collapsed inside. Faint music... somewhere close by but when he opened the door only silence greeted him ( Read more... ) -
standing still in your past
The windows had that special frosty glaze to them that only winter frost could bring. He dug his hands deep into his pockets to protect the exposed skin from the winds that came down from the skyscrapers. He twisted the ring on his finger without really thinking about it. He looked at the christmas displays in the stores without really seeing ( Read more... ) -
all that you care, all you can give is a cold goodbye
Michael reached up and found the bottle he was looking for. The bookshelf was so tall he had to stand on tippie toe and books fluttered to the floor from all around where he was pressed against the oak shelves. He simply ignored them and grasped the dusty bottle of vodka, his father's favorite ( Read more... ) -
-=R=- Paul's roommate
I watched my friend sputter around the room, digging up the rug, checking under the bathroom sink. Our code was to never call the cops but damn he was tearing the whole place apart. But I KNEW it would end, sooner or later, and he'd walk into the livingroom and watch TV like nothing had happened... which was apparantly what he was doing now. I ( Read more... ) -
a little bit of hope goes a long way
Paul sat in a hospital gown in the main lounge, staring out at the city an savoring the cigarette he'd just snuck in his bathroom. It had been a week since he'd smoked and his head was still a little dizzy. All the colors of the trees seemed vibrant and beautiful. He could honestly say it was the most peaceful he'd been in.. since he couldn't ( Read more... )