On personalityOn Personality A whisper/mumble of myselfOn personality
Look at that hair… Shhh… he’ll hear you! *laughs*…
Left, Right…skitter across the hall 44...13.…past the 31... Hit it… 25 click that’s the ticket Slowly…slowly.. Open the (steel frame) door.. The hanging rorrim/mirror stares.. Just go talk to them I don’t have anything to say Say something witty.. Say something original. Click. Slip by them. Off to class, a foreign language..
Great.
why learn a f
MenTAllY UnsTaBLeI look for youMenTAllY UnsTaBLe
But cannot find I see this life You left behind
Day and night I think of you
The girl who was so kind All alone, naught but strife Without you I’ll lose my mind
I remember all the things
We used to do together We talked a lot You said a lot about the weather…
We had such fun
While we where together
And then you met that other guy Now methinks, that he must die
Why do you have to think so much? You went to the cops to turn me in It was just a little sin But it really made my world spi
UntitledThree months I wandered, sightless, through this place almost lost amid the heady smell of pine and rotting things. I walked silently save for the soft crunch of long forgotten leaves beneath my feet. Not a word had I spoken in those three, long months. I only listened and tried in earnest not to disturb nor influence the natural progression of the life amid these trees. Silently I watched everything erode.Untitled
Sometimes I dreamt that there were others here with me, living in this silent place, but, without fail, when I awoke they would disappear. The disconcerting countenance of a skeletal face remained, staring with its hollow eyes
Restaurant AThe light from the midday sun shimmers through the swaying trees outside the stain glass window. By the door an amazing picture of a setting sun over a beach, with waves crashing against a well worn pier, sits slightly crooked. The water from the waves sprays into the air and falls back into the sea like fresh born tears. A distance from the door a warped stairwell leads lumberously up to the second floor. The waitresses scurry about, like mice in the wee hours of the morning while the cat still sleeps. The bartender, a ratty (burly?) old man with a shirt two sizes too small, watches forRestaurant A
Storytime.Storytime
Scalding bathes for Lolita shake her body up. And arsenic drinks, the coroner thinks, were responsible for the scars. Now little mother spanish and stoic papa cry. Mourning and lamenting, sister Nola dies - of suicide, they say. Two children in a day. Another wake, funeral cake, now everyone\'s asking why.
A week goes by and Lorelai, their sitter in arrears, confesses all: \"When those children called I wished that they would die! So I bathed the youngest quiet, after tepid poisoned tea, and strung her
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