It starts with brain spiders ( Read more... )

you are in the desert of the mind, and you are dying of thirst. this desert has nothing other than color-drained sand. wind rises and falls and changes direction, but it blows nothing other than color-drained sand. slowly you crawl in a random direction, it matters not which, no landmarks, no mirages, not even clouds in a blank color-drained sky. ( Read more... )

dear Mr Apathy ( Read more... )

current works in progress:

The Passage
World of WHole
12 million $ (working title)

also, if anyone is interested, i wanted to start Chapter None up again, and this time for realz.

ya tebya lyublyu

you see my smile i have broken like a mirror
pulled out all my hair, from sadness and fear
do you see the torture i put myself though
all because i can't help but keep loving you.

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dear Mr Apathy ( Read more... )

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Did i sprout a penis from my forehead?

then why are people fucking with me?

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