

Hello StrangerThere is a bubble in my chest, a welling up of gratitude and passion and lust and fear, pushing against the bones, breaking through wet skin and tasting freedom from this cage.Hello Stranger
We are violent writers, us three. We meet in dark rooms on forbidden nights, slamming the words into rhythm on our partner’s breast, tearing letters and exclamations into the thighs of our dear associate. We love with a love that was long forgotten. We live with a fear of the next morning, with desire for the new beginnings and graceful plotlines, but with the dread of success on another’s part. You wish to hold the beating heart of your neighbor, not he


Christmas LightsRainbow light gutters, Blow a kiss to the station. Thank you, dear firemen.Christmas Lights


SymposiumThe body stands in the park, The mind wanders to the stars. Drag after drag, creating drafts. Maybe I’m too obsessed with death. Maybe I have become so obsessed With life and the diversity of, And culmination into, That I have nothing more certain. Maybe I am the new apprentice, The new void and the new nothing, Stirring fear in the hearts and stomachs Of young girls walking home late at night. Maybe I am under your skin and your nails, Clawing away until I reach your blood, Flowing through veins and heart. Ultimate destination: Mind. Maybe I willSymposium


Time MachineI have magical powers, and whether you believe it or not, you do, too. We all do at one point or another in our lives. Maybe they are something dormant, from a long forgotten past which we can only dream about through the ancient dreams of historians, or maybe they are the next step in our evolution – if only we could learn how to use them.Time Machine
Two years ago, I was walking down the street in London, where I was spending a month with some family. It was winter, and what they all say about winter in London is true – it is very, very wet. There is no way around it. It’s not damp, and it’s not just rainy. It is fucking sopping wet.  
Devious Comments
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Oh child of Venus, you're just made for love.
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Oh child of Venus, you're just made for love.
=]
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When everything means nothingh and nothing means all
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Resident on Dark Arts Asylum, on Room #600
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And your point?
hay gross.
"god sent it."
"so..is it like, holy water?"
groooss.
huh.. relax during break, you dont have to do anything.. just chill... NO HOMEWORK and look forward to ONE LASY QUARTER until SUMMER!!!
hows school for you? hows finals going for you?
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Some days I actually forget
That this is really something
Yeah this is really something good now
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