The first thing I see in the morning are the 40 markers my grandmother mailed me four years ago that slept in my bed with me. In some drunken state of mind, I thought it would be an awesome idea to take the cottony fiber material that makes the marker markerize out of the plastic sheath that keeps the markers from making a fucking mess of things. ( Read more... )

You keep mentioning change while the scenery stays exactly the same. In the midst of us, something foul, something inexcusably ferocious and seemingly terrified of its surroundings is folding over, making chemical changes in itself, eating too quickly then retching southward; where do Iyou think the easy people come from ( Read more... )

I shake my head because maybe it’s just in the wind, or possibly made up, but there's something incessantly familiar, can't fucking ignore it, sloppily parted right in the center. I can’t help but sense a very specific burning smell in the air ( Read more... )

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Darlings; Slow growing

Deadly in our chase.

Once Upon a time

I was briefly seaching for a way to explain where I have been and how my heart has changed.


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It. is so silent ( Read more... )