Having these two dreams within 24 hours of each other leaves me wondering whether to hope for prophetic visions or not.

Bad: I'm doing a three-way rotation in Thursday night class with Mister Sean Quinlan and Mister Chris Burns. We're working through the one-steps for Sean's test and review for mine, and I attack with a right front kick. Mister ( Read more... )

I sewed wings on my feet, like Mercury,
like Icarus flying off with reckless abandon.
Method and madness are two sides of the same coin,
Like a cliché rusty and dusty in a bureau drawer.There was a bouquet of roses on my doorstep when I stepped out this morning; they were yellow. I remembered what had been said: red for love, white for weddings, ( Read more... )

I'm laying flat on my back, almost melding with the cement, as bullets hiss not more than a foot above my stomach and chest. The shooter's a tall man, twenty-something with shaggy blond hair; in the single glimpse that I got, he was smiling recklessly and holding an elderly semi-automatic ( Read more... )

I was walking down the hall at school, and he--that streetwalkin' cheetah, son of a nuclear A-bomb--happened to come up beside me, with his black backpack slung over one shoulder and that familiar tilt to his stride. We'd been ignoring each other for so long that I tried not to pay attention to him this time either; I even started walking just a ( Read more... )

I just woke up from the most wacked-out dream of my life, and the only one that could be catagorised 'nightmare' since I was leetle ( Read more... )