I don't know why. Maybe I just have too much to say. Maybe if I blow my load of bullshit here, then I won't talk people to death in person ( Read more... )

I have held on to this monotony long enough.

I'm left grasping for air. (Think on that phrase for a moment.)

Release.

Hands relaxed.

Arms up.

Walk away.

"Goodnight noises everywhere."

A genie pops out of an old rusty bedpan and says, "You have two wishes: Your wishes are ( Read more... )