Fairytales don’t tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairytales tell children that the dragons can be slain.Once upon a time there was a soul, a man thrice born and thrice judged pure of heart by the great gods of the afterlife. He was a good and loving soul, simple in his ways and in his virtue. Though his ( Read more... )

"An argument isn't just contradiction."

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- I-25 Freeway somewhere outside Colorado Springs - June 2003 -

“Just tell me one thing, asshole: what the fuck you done lately that you think you’re my fuckin’ mother?!”Glancing up from the sandwich he was making in the kitchenette of the tour bus, Ryder watched for a moment as Mel ( Read more... )

The moon was his only witness as he turned the virgin snow black red with blood. It was the only eye that took in the wealth and the wetness of it as it poured out of the fallen body at his feet. Its light was the only one, save for the light of the stars, which was reflected in the well-polished blade of his broadsword ( Read more... )

What i needed to believe was hidden far from me
That's alright cause I believe youYou think you understand what’s wrong with you, but you’re not sure. You think maybe it’s your dad’s fault, but you can’t bring yourself to consider that just yet. You need more time to figure out how he could have done this thing to you ( Read more... )

- Chicago, Illinois - circa 1998

“Dude, you play?”

“Yeah, you?”“Fuck yeah ( Read more... )

Look up to me
What to be and what to fear
Look up to me
Look it's me, at what you hear
See right through me
See the one who can't be free
See right through me
Look it's me what no one wants to see

Mays Ryder, Sr. was a man that could paint a picture.

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You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

“It ain’t much, but it’s something. Look at him!”Mays knew he was going to probably regret it later when his asthma gave him fits in the middle of the ( Read more... )

A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer.

- Chicago, Illinois - circa 1998 -There was nothing extraordinary about walking into the bar and sitting down to three shots of tequila, hoping booze might silence his screaming thoughts. There was nothing special about the seat he took, the shots he downed, or even ( Read more... )