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No one ever really wants the story to end the way it does. We all secretly yearn for a motorcycle wreck, for him to die and her to be paralyzed, doomed to never love again. Of course, no one has the balls to end a beautiful story the way we really want, without all the middle class ideals of romance. Why, there'd be an outrage. What we actually ( Read more... )

This much was known, life did not come in paragraph form. Neither's partner was always a tragic loss, never yielding anything positive on its frequent trips. Somehow, the stern always seemed to be behind the times, unlike in the old days. Things were much worse then, although we were all still able to sleep at night. Undergrowth clogs the streets ( Read more... )

Console your fears gentlemen! We have no room for you today, but tomorrow offers more promise than promises! Do not forget your ticket! Without your ticket no transaction shall be processed. We have no more tickets. Trust us, gentlemen, we are your friends. Language has decided what is best for you. Nurse your fears on spoiled milk to make them ( Read more... )

Apologies are in order - I do not have a working mailbox. I fear I've depended much too much upon my eyes to get me by. I am unable to decipher moving from still, truth from lie, light from dark. They lurch in fun house mirrors and melt in trickery. Do you remember her? The one who dreamed love when you dreamed love? Could she not exist? Is sense

Life is only important to those who give it arbitrary value. Universality may link desired result for self to correct action, but that is all logic, and logic has no place in faith.

Oftentimes it is the stated purpose which is contrary to any true measure of goal. Continuation finds difficulty in the flux of metered lines and metric maze. Continuation requires both a need for origin and a specific device that is as of yet undiscovered and not used to full potential. It must, however, exist from necessity. One must observe, ( Read more... )

It was 7:13 on a Saturday night in the University Art Gallery when Renault noticed that his heart had stopped beating. “Oh,” he said. Unfortunately, Renault had been in mid-sentence when that exclamation took place, and he was quite worried that days of practiced speech had now been ruined by something so trivial. After a moment of silence, pure ( Read more... )

Words pass between like lover's warmth. My heart screams reminders of its life, inspired by interaction reminiscent of sex, but without hint of coition. I must stop myself from rushing to your lips, to taste salt and oil mingled; to taste familiarity. An open dialogue so beautiful and enthusiastic, like children in over sized hand-me-down coats ( Read more... )