What miracle is this? This giant tree.It stands ten thousand feet highBut doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands.Its roots must hold the sky.
For as leaves are to limbs, so are your words to your soul
My point being, what if my attacks are enterly unrelated attributable in fact to something entirely else, perhaps for instance just warning shocks brought on by my own crumbling biology, tiny flakes o...
There's no second ive lived you can't call your own
Hopefully you'll be able to make sense of what I can represent though still fail to understand.
How easily she finds the impossible in the ordinary.
I guess I'm hoping the weapons will make me feel better, grant me some kind of fucking control, especially if I sense the dullness inside me get too heavy and thick, warning me that something is again...
I live at the end of some interminable corridor which the lucky damned can call hell but which the much unluckier atheists - and your mother heads up that bunch- must simply get used to calling home.
I went outside. Tried taking in the billions of stars above, lingering long enough to allow each point of light the chance to scratch a deep hole in the back of my retina, so that when I finally did t...
If not, let me offer you some instruction in at least one area: get thee to a dictionary and be relentless about your visits there.
Immensely clever story, and quite creepy, in a delightfully scary way.
It is hungry, it it immortal. Worse, it knows nothing of whim.
Of course real horror does not depend upon the melodrama of shadows or even the conspiracies of night.
Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears, filled them with the private music of wicked words, hers in many languages, mine in the off color of my own tongue, unti...
Stories heard but not recalled. Letters too. Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells. Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. Terrible syllables. Sharp cracked. Traveling at murd...
Symbols shmimbols. Sure they're important but... Well look at Ahab's whale. Now there's a great symbol. Some say it stands for god, meaning, and purpose. Others say it stands for purposelessness and t...
The paramedics said there was nothing unusual, just the way it goes, eighty some years and the inevitable kerplunk, the system goes down, lights blink out and there you have it, another body on the fl...
There once was a poor man who walked around without shoes. His feet were covered in calluses. One day a rich man felt sorry for the poor man and bought him a pair of Nikes. The poor man was extremely...
This instance in particular proves that beneath all that cool pseudo-academic hogwash lurked a very passionate man who knew how important it was to say fuck now and then, and say it loud too, relish i...
This is not for you.
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