The Title: Untitled, or Song Lyrics

Paragraph One: "It's Raining!...?!"
General, usually ambiguous, always unjustified, whining. Dull stuff if the reader isn't privy to the writer's diary or cerebrum.

Paragraph Two: "Listen..."A brief description of one or two not-so tragic events that the week brought to an already dilapidated life, as well as ( Read more... )

The snow convinced me this morning that everything I've ever said, everything I've ever done, thought, and speculated was justified. But, although justified, like ice in the fall, it will insist on its presence but cannot remain.

Your timing ( Read more... )

Just walking into the Wells Fargo building four stories under the Craniofacial Diagnostics office seemed akin to rapping on the gates of the Emerald city, shouting, “Please. Without a brain I’ve no soul.” Or maybe that’s just what I’ve been thinking it would be like for the last nine months, walking into the final word from a specialized healer. Or ( Read more... )

Maybe life is one long string of additions and subtractions and we all equal the same, that being nineteen.

Maybe your heart is battered for all of the ones it will eventually beat.

Maybe you don't know it now, but each of your smiles formed is a smile given as a grandparent in the form of a birthday check.

It all comes back to us. We've just ( Read more... )

And now everyone has left has left has left that said they were going to.

I hate to quote, but sometimes it's appropriate, like when I have craniofacial cracking madness so bad that I can't come up with anything myself. Besides:

"...Hey, every other hour I pass that house where you told me that you had to go. I wonder if the landlord has fixed ( Read more... )

There isn't a font large enough.

I know why you didn't want me anymore after viewing pictures of us together ( Read more... )

It's odd--you'll think so, too--that many times a month for days at a time I'm convinced by an accumulation of observations of events most picayune that I'm an unparalleled champion of empathy, the first-ranked philanthropist, and the nicest human being on the planet. It's understandable--you'll agree--that I'm battered and furious when I find out ( Read more... )

Just one time in my entire life I'd like to come home without feeling crushed by failure and absolutely livid with myself.

Just one time I'd like to come home and be able to write more than a few sentences.

I can't even be heartfelt in this medium anymore.

I'm a character and nothing else.