I have 'er felt the sheer apprehension that I do now in the haunting dusk of my childhood. I feel that I've hardly etched my mark in the immortality and invulnerability of youth. I haven't yet fully experienced the feeling to never be alone. My diminutive years subdued in the hazy ignorance of youth can't yet be had, can they? I've so much more ( Read more... )

That was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen; when she lay there so quietly, still convulsing slightly, with the long plastic leech embed in her devastated vein. There they sat for some time, philosophizing on the indiscriminant details of existence. Finally her robust lips had turned a soft azure like the sky just before a moonless twilight ( Read more... )