i could see him eyeing us over his blue aviators, as they lie resting just over the tip of his nose. head tilted down. except he wasn't staring like i was accustomed to, nor did he have any of the usual expressions on his face, no slack jaw, no pout of pity, or that look of disgust that seems to be so prevalent when my brother and i go out on the ( Read more... )

"fucking puppeteers! running their mouths, foaming as they snarl there slander onto the glorious people of the dream state. but we won't dance to the beat of there black waning hearts! there lies brought the fall of the golden age. they tell stories of kings and courtyards all encrusted in jewels and glazed in precious metals, but where was this ( Read more... )

i watched him drudging through the snow, bleeding and crying, begging for help, but receiving no notice. every eye around was fixed firmly on some random but apparently important spot n the ground. i watched as he clamored through the crowd pleading for help. i watched silently as he grabbed at the arms of men and women, who pushed him down and ( Read more... )

ya!

wow, i went to the torture show last night. it was amazing. i know i've seen them a ( Read more... )

she felt water on her face, and slowly opened her eye. the only light in the room came form the head lights of cars that pasted on the street just below her window, but at this hour they came in long increments. her head was sore, and there was a violent ringing in her ears. she blinked several times trying to focus on something, and get the glass ( Read more... )

narcotic

i met thomas at some art show, i was only there for the free food but he was there to test the intellectual society. i heard him ranting and raving at that party, calling every one who wore a beret or a fedora, "counter productive, nazi legions leading the youth into the automatons open mouth." i heard him say the a martini was the drink of the ( Read more... )

in the courtyard just outside his window was a beautiful chestnut tree. it was surrounded by small sweet smelling plants whos names he hadn't the slightest idea of how to go about pronouncing, and sweet smelling, slightly over powering flowers, that seemed almost unreasonably colorful. hidden beneath the shade of the tree was a perfectly obtuse coy ( Read more... )

pistons churning endlessly in the engine room, all other sounds drowned out by there reassuring scream. months at sea and not a single message from home, and no contact with any one other then the men who left with them. regimented routine was the only comfort that they had. stale processed air was the only thing to keep them going in the night, ( Read more... )