i'm in an english class again, which means i'm being forced to come up with content. inevitably i want to put it on livejournal. so uh, here's that official warning. only a few days into the semester and everything.

Writing Prompt 2As you think, you are a diver. Your only ritual amidst tumult and chaos, you are shadowed form, scouring the depths. Black pearls surface between crooks and kinks in a spaghetti sea; and oil-slicked expanse unfold above your head as you swim deeper ( Read more... )

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He wants to escape. He lowers his bare feet to cold metal. He sees his cold breath coagulating, hanging stagnant over white knuckles and the dashboard ahead, as his toes curl around the pedal like fingers to a throat in some endearing chokehold ( Read more... )

Sun and wind and sand, and I want to go home. I think back to the morning, when the sun had been softer to the touch, the light and the sheets framing your face, and the way your limbs had tangled. Woken at four am by god knows what and across the room you lay entangled in the ghosts of dreams and memories. I sang to myself under my breath, evoking ( Read more... )

A bad haircut walks into a bar ( Read more... )

40 minute album ( Read more... )

i want someone to speak disjointed, nonsensical french with me. could i make a classified ad like that ( Read more... )

She carries a knife in her left breast pocket. She carries a knife in the heel of her shoe. She carries knives in her heart and in her mind, and if you come too close she's going to cut you to shreds ( Read more... )

My father is a broken-down man who was born on February seventh. From that point until this point, his soul was worn down to dirt and gravel; humble, modest, accomplished, destroyed nearly to irreparability. Lines carve deep his features from a life of too many cigarettes and the pain of maturity brought on prematurely. The dirt soul is packed, ( Read more... )