Lost Love Lust

Tags: wit

• illusory & scarce.

  The roar of the engine secludes itself in the silence of the desert. The stars sparkle their way into her glistening eyes, perhaps tears, she leads the car to the side of the road.  The road less traveled, in reality, dementia is welcoming the typical guest. Take a polaroid and let yourself go. Swallowing the [...]

• splashes & splurs

  Changing gears in her Audi A5, she can see how the wind hits the sleek lines of the hood, just another day in the life. Her victims dental record will be floating in the Pacific Ocean in approximately half an hour, perhaps to wash up to shore in about 20 years, looking like a beautifully [...]

• arrogance & possibility.

  The headlights from other cars tend to blind her eyes, not the best vision in the world, but the annoyance is quite profound. Continuous dreams of the “blood and blow dryers” kind continue to visit her each night, attempting to eschew them, it begins almost impossible. Her new red nail polish is quite beautiful, a [...]

• blood & blow dryers.

  He lays there motionless, she wipes the vodka off her lips, adrenaline should be kicking, but surprisingly it seems quite steady. She poisoned him just enough so he could be helpless, yet able to feel it. His mouth spitting despicable words earlier, now cannot even attempt a breath. A bloody hair dryer set on the night stand, someone should [...]