this has more or less lost its purpose, we'll re-establish much elsewhere. nooneknowsnoonecares


Why is it that everything I say or do must be challenged or even outright criticised?

these are all so spur-of-the-moment, I'm not really sure I remember writing most of them!

mimizan-bourg

Oh the days we would dance upon the stones of the kitchen floor, flour up to our elbows and grins as foolish as could be. Oh those simple days! Round and round we went, your tattered skirts swirling behind you, more magnificent than any velvets or silks. Can you remember those days, or have they faded as fast as I from your memory? In your years it is understandable, forgivable, and I take not offense. I just wish for your lips to part in that smile I loved so.

I'm really quite good at this 11:11 thing, huh.

rhineland

Lying prone on the grass under the tall tall tree, your head on my knees as I brushed the leaves from your silvery hair. The stars above us travel the night sky as we teach each other the constellations. The depths of that shimmering sky shone with the lights of lifetimes long past, reflected in your sleepy, sleepy eyes.
Would that it could have lasted forever.

I WAITED ALL NIGHT.
i am still waiting.
_{i will always be waiting.}

those nights you never call

three variants of the exact same song came on repeat in a row on a playlist of about two hundred songs

wondering if this is march's work
it's distressfulcomfortingexactly how i feel

long long ago

We were walking along the beach, and you started to lag behind. Rain fell about us, transforming the world into one secluded existence. I turned to speak to you, but by then you were gone, lost, out of sight. Calling out, I backtracked. It seemed hours--or too long, in the least--before your voice came from the sea. There you were, knee-deep in Atlantic waters, hair tousled and salty.
It was in the room with the old piano that we would sit and dry our sodden selves. You would lay on the soft pillows and look out at the churning waves, one hand so lightly upon the pane and lips barely parted.

I would watch you for hours, but you had eyes only for the sea.

gesundheit

wild eyed pediatricians.

Isaac, Isaiah, which are you???

he says to call him Isaac, with that pretty little smile and a flash of wolfish teeth, and so they trust him

Until you lead them to the seclusion of Night-- all those pretty little girls in their pretty red skirts, twirling their dainty handbags 'round and 'round, it just drives you mad, doesn't it?

Isaac oh Isaiah, you show your face far too much, and those who know you expect much and more than a sulky little frown

my reflection on today

Promise not to bother when in reality it's all you do.
How droll! How simply exquisite that this is conceivably a "novel" concept, when you knew you'd break it. You always do.

Ahaha we knew you were pathetic before you ever thought it up.

People lose themselves when drawn here, and only those we know retain their names. Inhabitants of that house, all.


It's still with me, though I've run miles to escape it.

dreams

"I wanna laugh but I just don't have the energy or the motivation. That dream hit me hard like a semi-truck, and a man like me ain't no better than a deer in the headlights when its ilk come 'round. I don't dream about her often, but when I do it's so profound it leaves me in a haze for days."

no that's okay it's not like it's annoying
every time
you make that joke.

because it's not like the point of this thing is fictitious/train-of-thought writan or anything



RIGHT????

askdfsdg

WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU DELETE POSTS RRRRRRRRRRGHGHH

epistulae

but every time I write the letter
I just end up throwing it away
I don't know why I still try

I guess I just miss you.

The Akara

I've been standing at this precipice for years. Time and again, I take one step closer to that threshold, the lights beaming up to my rooftop from the bustle of the congregation below. Soon I am standing with one foot off of the edge, but there is always something that takes it back, until here I am, one, two, three strides and off I would fall, down into the noise and glamour.
I can't wait anymore. If I am to jump, leap, fall, or simply step off of that cement lip, I had best do it now. The wind whips my hair about my face. So long to these kite strings! There was never any more point in this all if I could never tell it to you, and then you were gone, forever out of my reach. I saw it in dreams and in waking, yet did nothing to tell you just what it is I meant. Did I even mean anything after all?
The toes of my shoes jut out into empty space, casting shadows in the spotlight, though the light still catches my face, now featureless. So long to fate! O, how long I have toted your image with me, and now I release it into the winds and night sky. There is only endless space, space, space until I will hit the crowd. They have been waiting for so long, heads upturned in eager anticipation, and one thousand throbbing hearts beat in unison as they whisper for the final act to commence.
In another lifetime, I jumped.

learn to sleep before you damn yourself

well fuck me what did I want to talk about? no one cares. or at least, I don't, not really not truly and this is all a singsongsong lilted speech of the sparrows long since fled.

I have the attic room the attic room brings out the worst in me. So too do the dreams.

No no not to mind never mind this is a song song sing song fiction.

sharing

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuLmpg_W-6U

i can dig it.

insomnia

There will be no sleep tonight, no solace for the wicked, and such a vile heart indeed!

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I really don't remember writing this at all!