What happens when your brain starts electrocuting itself every few minutes ( Read more... )

Stoke the fire, charcoal never found it's way so foul on black sand; no time for taint. Gather around and I'll tell you a story; not of usury nor benefition, not of vindiction nor validation, just a simple tale of the colours of human interraction ( Read more... )

You spread yourself too thin. A life of drifting in amongst the crowd, choosing your quarry, dispensing your dignity and winding up all the more jaded with every passing night. At least, honeysweet, you justify it a win so you can protect what little semblance of self respect you believe yourself to have. It's an ego boost, being the centre of ( Read more... )

To contemplate the abyssal future on release from mental incarceration is to find oneself under far more chain than times hence. The palms sweat, the skin salts, pupils dilate and contract in synaptic beat in ode of what's to come. A rollicking staccato of electrical pulses terra forms one once so vibrant and pure, reducing used lines to ash; that ( Read more... )

Half cocked all nighters spent entwined in the solace of a lonely balcony overseering the world and it's cess; retreating inside oneself with the onus of the few panted breaths of mental afterglow. Shaking and trembling in the mouth of madness, writhing under the thumb of the pressing compulsion to dismiss the impending depression that's sure to ( Read more... )

Different visions of grey exist in a stolid black and white frame. Much the same are the stories of the children, their world of monochrome silhouetting is something they strive not to taint with grey of imperfection, what is what is, and if it's not working out, they're in the wrong. Nine to five, five to nine; they'll breathe the healthy ( Read more... )

Abstinence from the illicit takes hold, though the cohesion of thoughts still wanes; the muse is dead and gone, and there's nothing to show for it but a dejected acceptance and yet another notch in one's belt ( Read more... )

The musings of the euphoric creationist continue. Taking a sip of sebaceous acidform with less sugar than should be integrated into most malformed treats; the continuity extenuates it's grasp into aforementioned musings ( Read more... )

The muscular contraction of my eyes generally doesn't relax; only in those moments of pure epiphany do they soften gaze to take in all that is around. Every time they actually open, a torrent of information floods through my mind, setting off my inveritable sense of vertigo and the whitewash of overstimulation; it's sickening, keeping one's mind ( Read more... )

Let's take this one day at a time; there will be room for the major happenings of our minor plans in the future; let's only "hope" it comes with the due fervor to which we dream of them. The escapism has been winding down gradually, we're both aware of this, and there's nothing quite wrong with that - Save the fact that the essence of the closure ( Read more... )