I like that its cold in this room.
The light clicking of the keys implies words being created.
This desk is gray, the screen white.
It’s all primary.
Innate.
The computers are much like the human body.
Silent, somber, and sedated on the outside.
On the inside, vibrant, violent, and voracious.
Much like the soul, these computers contain portals to the outside world.
A [...]
Author: Diana
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Drive C: soul.
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parted.
She whispered as she stared him in the eyes and said with discontent, “I don’t know if this is loneliness or my heart ripping out of my chest”, he laughed and said “You’d need a heart to begin with” as he handed her a drink and sighed with content.
He watched the light fall onto her [...] -
The Proverbial Asshole – Part 1
The Proverbial Asshole
Rare are the girls who like the “nice guys”.
I am a part of the many who enjoy the other spectrum.
To us, the bad boys are more appealing than the rest.Why is this?
Many men and women have pondered this question and tried to find the origin of this so-called attraction to the deleterious.
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crumble in awe.
Another night spent allowing the sound of the rain drops to infect my brain.
They fill me with desire.
The need to be somewhere else.
To live life to the edge of the cliffs and back.
The exhibition of something greater than four walls and a couch.
I want to feel the suffocation of true nature.
To feel my heart crumble [...]
