Dawn broke suddenly ( Read more... )

III Essentia Park was a stasis; it existed in an apathetic tranquility that seemed untouched by the hand of time. The sun rose each morning, a luminescent golden sphere rising in the east and framed by the blue waters of the river. Each evening, the sun was once again swallowed on the western side of the park, in the impenetrable shadows of a grove ( Read more... )

I Inside a drab, brown-shingled house, the thin gray bars of early morning winter sunlight filtered through the naked window into a spartanly furnished room, and onto the sprawled body of a teenage boy known as Sidney Williamson. The light revealed a somber, overwhelmingly utilitarian room. Plain, off-white walls contrasted dully with the faded ( Read more... )

The interesting thing about pain is ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt of murder.
As I lay between the sheets, inches from the ceiling.
I considered an orgy of destruction and wanton chaos.
I considered it, in my dreams.
Of course I did nothing. Except awake with a hangover.
And stumble out of bed.
To use the bathroom.

[Yes, I can write in pretentious quasi-prose too]

Due to the influence of T.S. Elliot, and a certain Asshole(http://www.livejournal.com/users/ezr_2stalk_wlj/) that ruined my saturday morning. I have decided to post again, and actualy use this place as a forum for my writing. Hoorah ( Read more... )

3 years later when I move to bend...

Coincidence? I think not.

40 times Vanessa? 40 times?!?

If you and I were alone in a room right now, what would we be doing?

(Now post this in your LJ, and see what people wanna do with you.)

How crafty and sly are the people I surround myself with?
Am I the user, or are they?
Curious, curious curious.