Little tremors starting from the ground up ( Read more... )

I want to write a poem, but I don't know how ( Read more... )

I can feel the cold seeping through my boots, damp and soggy from the fall into the lake. It was supposed to be a fun trip, just getting out of town and away from all the noise of the city. I think I would welcome a bit of noise right now. A siren of some kind or even a yuppie with a fucking cup of Starbucks if it would mean they could get me to a ( Read more... )

"Nice to meet you, asshole. Thank you for coming around and screwing things up for me," I say ( Read more... )