it's constantly buzzing. this room never stops buzzing. and the heater doesn't turn off. you can always rely on the buzzing and the heat. some heads rest on desks, the others sit on top of their shoulders, almost noble looking, alert. buzz buzz buzz. its almost stings to listen to it. your ears begin to pound, and you seem to pay attention to every ( Read more... )

the girls that are disguised as sluts and the monotone voices blend to make the highschool scene. i used to think we were all a bunch of zombies, but lately like i feel like i was the one walking around half dead. stilletos heels and punk rock vests make the scenery that much more enjoyable. at lunch, i imagine that my soggy pizza is a plate of ( Read more... )

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As my central coast home sits carpeted with glass, I bask in the golden sun. Sand between my toes, salt on my lips. My hair is coated by the sea, my skin slightly darker than it was before. Pina Coladas every night. Happy hour, two for the price of one ( Read more... )

There once was a boy named Jeff. Jeff had very crazy hair that hadn't been cut for over 2 years. It consisted of curls and dreads combined, but was usually concealed by a trusty beanie.

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Sometimes when the lighting is weak, I close my eyes, and imagine that I'm in another place. This other place is a Europe, a foreign fairy tale, a haven. I imagine farmers markets with plump fresh fruits and dark skinned beauties reciting poetry in unfamiliar tongues. The air is sticky sweet and I twirl throughout the streets in a flowing dress. ( Read more... )