Archives: April2011

  • 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 [...]

  • animus.

    This may offend some of you.
    Good.
    I am not in the business of sugarcoating reality. Those of you who know me, can attest to that.
    Therefore, if you are easily offended, please, crawl back into your hole where everything is peachy keen and continue to lie to yourself that truth is not written in blood.
    Also, know on [...]

  • ils ont touché.

    What sweet desire I conspire.
    If lust we’d fight, morals would be contrite.
    If night was light, darkness would be right.
    My soul you excite with the words you ignite.
    If thoughts I incite, your mind I rewrite.
    What sweet desire, I conspire.
    Your fingers through my hair, such a rush I can’t compare.
    A touch light as air, it’s control I [...]

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