Diana

Author: Diana

bitch, get me a sandwhich.
Putting salt in your coffee is like being high on a sunday.
They simply don’t go together.
I arrived home at approximately twenty minutes after 1.
My phone rang as I lit my cigarette.
I ignored the call. It was thursday. One of the 6 days I gave a fuck less about my mobile device.
I light my cigarette with [...]
Sententia.
Sententia

Chapter 1
Once upon a time, everything ended. In the year 3150, the world reached its final demise. For centuries, humans attempted to create a world where their lifestyles were sustained by machines. These machines did all their work for them and served as the mechanical slaves of the 21st century. Technology grew such [...]
synonomical possibility.
I light my cigarette.

Yes, my cigarette. I’m a godamn artist. Not a soy popping premadonna.
Even the smoke that floats upward from my cigarette is healthier than the thoughts I’ve been having lately.
My experiences are creating a mentality I’m actually beginning to enjoy.
You might wonder what this mentality implies, and I might in fact inform you.
Or [...]
pennarum.
I walk out the door in a rush, I’ve been late to this class every day.

As I open the door, I’m startled by a small bird fluttering uncontrollably.
It’s claws are trapped in the screen of my neighbor’s window and it’s struggling to free itself.
At first glance, I’m slightly afraid of this small animal.
Society it seems, really [...]