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Dead Tree Scrapbook- Inquisition
There's a dying room where an old cage is bleeding red rust all over, and the old meat-hooks keep swinging back and forth with no wind to help them. What were once cream-colored tiles have given way to years of grime, and all but one flickering light stopped illuminating them long ago. There's a chair, or part of one, and it sits in front ( Read more... ) -
Dead Tree Scrapbook - Vacation
I've been busy with college, so I figured I should at least post these occasionally. This is one I started but couldn't continue... I just couldn't up the disturbing factor without getting ridiculous, so I stopped. Happy reading!
...So, overall, it was a good vacation. But then, I've only told you about the good parts. You know I went to ( Read more... ) -
5/5/25 - Fields
The neverending green is a beautiful thing to see first thing in the morning, but then I remember what it means. Same as yesterday, same as last month, there's no one for miles and all I've got is a flask of water and a few uneaten bits of freeze-dried junk food. I'm not really sure when I last saw a town. A real one, anyway. A couple days ( Read more... ) -
Dead Tree Scrapbook - Jesus Loves Guns
Some of you may have noticed the complete lack of posts lately. I've been busy with college, and when that's not happening, I'm probably slacking. I've written a couple things, but the only one I care about enough to post is part one of a four-part story. I'd rather post all four parts at the same time, so as not to disappoint the way I ( Read more... ) -
The Things They Took
Alright, some of you might remember me talking about writing a story I really liked for a college course. I wasn't able to post it because of formatting limitations. I've finally gotten around to stringing together screenshots of the whole thing, so feast your eyes on the story below, now a convenient .jpg file. Those of you who can't read ( Read more... ) -
Lifey stuff
Alright, it's that time again. Lifey post. I currently have a cold, and the brain meats aren't thinking so good. Actually, I wanted to do some writing and relieve some tension before cramming for finals tomorrow, but I'm not sure either of those are happening until my head clears up. So yeah. Journal time.
Anyway, I'd like to make a ( Read more... ) -
Coke Bunny
On set. Click black and white cardboard, the director tells the actors to act. Eighty-five takes today. But the coke helps. The little cocaine kid, the pied piper of the now, leading a generation of children to nosebleeds and brain damage. It's just like powdered sugar for your brain.
So what if I took the money? The work is hard, ( Read more... ) -
[electric bubble pop]
You could be there and you could be her, or are you both at the same time? This was the first thing said to me at the academy. I didn't know what it meant then, and I do know what it means now, but does it make any sense? Things never made sense then, it was all a kaleidescope of jumbled plastic images swirly through my ears and eyes and ( Read more... ) -
Yeah, another one of those annoying "life" things.
Yeah, yeah, there was no post last week. Sorry it's taken so long. However, there's good news! I've broken through my writer's block with a massive explosive the government will be after me for. I made it out of babies.
So what does this mean for you? Not a whole lot. It means I've restarted the first real chapter of my story, and now ( Read more... ) -
Thoughts of a Dissedent
It's the new millennium and nothing is new. Society is slowly slipping slopping down into the primordial soup, and the old goo rises and consumes us again. Backwards and forwards, doing the fucking moonwalk. So I have to do something about it, right? It's my future, your future, and the children are the future, but not if they're as brain ( Read more... )