“Empty glass looks like coffin” or, I don’t want to awaken memories that need to sleep
Electra-Girl
The Quiet Life of Paul Rudolph, Pages 6-10
My Leper Lover
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Lights -Chapter 1-
Cindy was just a normal girl. She loved being what she was. Being leader of her champion swimming team, living with her grandma and helping her back to health.
In-Shannity
I knew when the weather had broken and winter had given way that I was in love with her. Her parka had parted and shown her inner beauty to my blinded eyes. She
America The Brave
My mother swung the royal blue fabric behind my head, then crossed and looped her way to the perfect Windsor. I never knew how to knot a tie until he died, and
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Go and get whatever’s bin left behind, o-sorry was that just another al-qaeda schmoe? See how it relates when your mind’s just words and stil
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“Empty glass looks like coffin” or, I don’t want to awaken memories that need to sleep
I asked the old man If he would miss existence He flatly stated, “No.” I asked him if he missed His girlfriend who died He said, “Yes, very
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Electra-Girl
Electra-girl gyrates desperately. Daddy is away on business. The house practically empty, Desolate winds rattle windows, Stomach twists with craving. Electra-gi
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The Quiet Life of Paul Rudolph, Pages 6-10
It may be hard to understand pages 6-10 out of context with 1-5. The first 5 pages are up here in two separate entries. Leave a comment, even if it’s a cr
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My Leper Lover
My Leper Lover Irrationality always wins Chicago is aspirated beast Braggart forced laugh I had a vision but I have no vision Dreamed I was making out with a wo
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Sore Winner or Sorbet de Sade
It’s what I can’t imagine That keeps my eyes peeled Glued to seat Everyone in denial And maybe that’s the worst part Pretending. We bury the dead C
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Being male, I wander Mom dares not wonder What kind of monsters she birthed She brought her own equipment I was aggressive but shy Her womb is the most m
Forty-four minutes song (no music yet)
If there weren’t trails of evidence, swear I wouldn’t say a word. For forty-four minutes she hurled her body against the door. How do you explain what kind of crazy hurt it tak Full Story »
Electra-Girl
Electra-girl gyrates desperately. Daddy is away on business. The house practically empty, Desolate winds rattle windows, Stomach twists with craving. Electra-girl squeals, “Kill Full Story »
“Empty glass looks like coffin” or, I don’t want to awaken memories that need to sleep
I asked the old man If he would miss existence He flatly stated, “No.” I asked him if he missed His girlfriend who died He said, “Yes, very much.” Nothing bea Full Story »
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