I made a friend at work and I practiced being discerning with him. He was trying to get me to go to a concert. I just smiled and said "we'll see". And you know what he did ( Read more... )

On our first date I wondered why he brought me to the empire state building. Why is it that from the moment I saw his brown eyes and furry body that I could not have myself anymore? Why can I not have myself? Why is it that his bananas make me so incapable ( Read more... )

There is no way I can say this without hurting his feelings. His feelings are soaked in Kong. His feelings are loved in Kong. I gather from Kong's notes that I am beautiful to him. That I am lovely to him. I gather from Kong's notes that my delicate features mix with my wicked ones, and that above all I am loved so deeply ( Read more... )

I saw him at the end of the bar ( Read more... )

The potion is the sum of one's whole existence. Every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and colors in the self. What flows through the veins besides blood is the distillation of every act committed, the sediment of all the visions, wishes, dreams, and experiences. All the past emotions converge to tint the skin and flavor the lips, to ( Read more... )

I know why I bought the knife. I wanted to feel safe. I wanted to feel in control. I knew that from the moment I went to the store to buy it ( Read more... )

I feel overwhelmingly studious, yet I am unable to study. You see I love my philosophy class and I plan to major in it. I was concerned initially with devoting my major to an area of expertise that really is hard to develop into a career. I figured political science would help me achieve my goals. I may possibly minor in that area. Yet I have come ( Read more... )

He and she told me
He told me he dived head first off of a roof. He had staples in his head, and both his wrists were broken. He used a comb to itch inside his casts and one of his eyes did not look at me.
She told me she could only eat peanut butter because she had tried to bite off her tongue. I suppose I could not relate.

I cannot sleep and I made a pile of white things on my porch. Things wich I inhaled and became part of me. I cannot sleep. I continued my nightly sessions of screaming crying and my apartment is a mess ( Read more... )

Today I took my butterfly knife and ripped up the santa that I had completely. I ripped him so that the stuffing was strewn all across my floor. There is a large mess. But as soon as I went to rip his face and head apart I turned it to face me, and I started to cry hysterically because of what I had done to him ( Read more... )