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Daybreak ( Read more... )

This morning as I dozed on the bus, Neurosis sang to me quiet contemplative hymns of gloomy mornings and a world still half asleep ( Read more... )

Lillith reclined on his futon, her eyes restlessly moving over the few odds and ends that littered the place. It was a bachelor's apartment. The only furniture that adorned his place was the futon and a milk crate he had picked up from behind some grocery store. Goethe's Faust lay on the ground beneath an issue of Profane Existence. Beer bottles ( Read more... )

I'm amused.

About half an hour ago now some kid knocked on my door and asked me if my parents were home.

No. No they aren't.

As she stood in the toilet, pissing down her legs she looked at me and said "The only cool things anymore, are the disgusting things of the world." The stall doors were open and in each one a girl was standing in the toilet pissing down her legs. The washroom smelled of urine and shit and the floors were covered in water they dragged out of the ( Read more... )

"Oh I'm a little strange,
a little odd, a little weird.
But let me tell you, in my head
the monsters are never the ones to fear."

---- Thunder roiled in the darkness, beyond the porch. She inhaled another breathe of her cigarette idly wondering if maybe one day she'll breathe fumes. The rain would have dampened anyone else's mood, but her ( Read more... )

(Ok look I never said I was a great writer or anything, I just write and I'm trying to chip the rust off of what little skills I had and get back into it again. :P So there.)

----He dreamt ( Read more... )

I had the strangest dream last night. It involved wolves, lots of them. I was running from wolves, trying to hide from them because they were after me to eat me. They ate everything in their path, and they weren't just normal wolves...they were big wolves, wolves that stood at human height on all fours and were adept at jumping up on ledges and off ( Read more... )

He fucked her, riding her rough like she said she wanted him too. Her legs were over his shoulders as he pumped in and out, sweat dripping down his body, watching her breasts bouncing in the half light. Clifford Dinsmore's raspy voice almost indistinguishable from the instruments pounding out the heavy tunes, and he wondered if she even knew who ( Read more... )