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men are for women, and i'm a demon ( Read more... )

the time has come, once again, for me to pick up my pen, dear friend. there's so much to be said and this time i'm finally ready, i think, to not waste the ink (as i used to pour it out, down the sink ( Read more... )

And so it seems that the waiting has drawn to a close. Everybody's asking what's next, but who really knows? Certainly not me, other than that I'll flee. One suitcase, one backpack, and the wind at my back forevermore, newborn and just slightly sore. For now I still kill time with the rotted fruit of the local vines, attempting not to become ( Read more... )

i'm feelin more evil than knievel could have fathomed ( Read more... )

every syllable has an edge that slices or soothes. today they all choose the former, so the hook bears my weight. relentless assault ( Read more... )

save me from these self indulgent egotistical emotional terrorists. these vapid zombie whores, lips ragged with the meat of the latest kill. the ghostly belches of their whispered rumours climb hungrily up from sour stomachs, flitting violently between broken teeth and split tongue ( Read more... )

the lack of a muse has left me so confused ( Read more... )

I'm NOT whatever you say I am ( Read more... )

i could be anything your words carve me to be ( Read more... )