The drawn out length of the walk brought out true emotion in common thought. Just staring out off of this rock. I saw myself with a plot to
Tag: ugliness
Weak Whore
I fucked up agian. Too wrapped up in my own pathetic life to even realize the cruelty of my words and the severity of my accusations on your worst day of the year.
Shadows within…
(Continuation of « shadows ») The remnants of her thoughts were raging to get free as the moonlight appeared out of nowhere. The hate that had built up in her heart was the chain holding her down, holding her captive as she slowly gave up. He pressed firmly down on her sore breast as if… Continue reading Shadows within…
Ancestor Worship (leaves from an autumn diary, 1995)
The college that I attend, a small liberal-arts institution, somewhere in the Midwest – it isn’t really important where – is noteworthy for the prettiness of its mostly modern campus. Most of the buildings aspire to the beauty of their older, more distinguished Ivy League elders. They borrow the architecture of an earlier time, a… Continue reading Ancestor Worship (leaves from an autumn diary, 1995)