He slammed the door
And walked away.

I thought my world was ending.

(Don't hurt me. I'm not ready
For this. I won't survive.)

I never want to see you again!

He turned to look at me with tears in
His eyes.

You won't, he yelled back.

(Don't hurt me. I'm not ready
For this. I won't survive.)

And I watched his car reverse down the driveway.

Our houses are made of wood now ( Read more... )

Our houses are made of wood now.
We eat the remains of cattle
And read lies.

(He slammed the door
And walked away.)

Our cars are stylish.
Our children can read pop-ups.
We love TV dinner burritos.

(I thought my world was ending.)

Our hands are softer.
Our machines make processed cheese.
We are supirior to those before us.

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His eyes are liquid light under the floorlamp shade ( Read more... )

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In your house ( Read more... )

Someone was in the house with me ( Read more... )

What such a thing might entail or how to do so (whether in this journal, or in my empire only, or in a new journal, is still unclear, but it shall happen. I'm doing this to help fellow writers with their own work. I'll come up with a list of primary FAQs first and write entries answering said questions and THEN I'll take questions people ask me and ( Read more... )

The Dust Bowl Vol. 1, folks. It shall be finished first. Same date as (Ob)Scenery Vol. was supposed to come out, Jan. 24, and will be followed a month later by the forth installment of the Funeral Boy series, which is of course untitled. No set date now on (Ob)Scenery Vol. 1, but I'm thinking of releasing it as part of a huge, four-part collection ( Read more... )