tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610946634496952542026-04-19T18:09:56.146-04:00Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-39831726376736597812025-08-22T06:37:00.000-04:002025-08-22T06:37:03.964-04:00

 It has really been a long time since I've written anything here. Figured I'd drop some info which pertains to my absence. As it turns out, I was faced with some very horrible odds, as a child and as an adult I was trafficked (this means being sold without my consent or permission), which has in turn led me to have a very strange way of being. I always wanted to express my emotional state

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We created evil kingsin the corporate degreekingdom and profitbeyond measuresun never saton one Empirebut an etherOh an etherparticle wavecomes and goeswherever it doesone king rises readya lamb to the slaughterto accept chargetheir machinationsprofit and strife(it is a morah)Sold at wholesaletime is moneyscarce is pricypluck this goosemake it spicyone king fallsback into the etherone king

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 It has been a long time since I've sat down to write, chaos, trauma, and the everlasting run from one place to another all in hopes to outpace reality. Nothing though, can truly stop you from finding yourself, after all wherever you go/are well—there you are. It has been a difficult start to be as straightforward as possible. My mind, rendered, I cannot make amends with my own sense of

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-6680086761417425882017-01-02T11:59:00.000-05:002017-01-02T11:59:15.092-05:00

You spend years hoping for someone to love, and there are those just waiting for you out there, people who hide the fangs and sharp talons in their skin bag garbs. Those people, some would call them people, are the true monsters that hide under your bed, behind the curtains, in the dark corners. They await a chance to sink their teeth in, to rip you apart, because they don't know better. Animals,

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A sacrifice in the park to the pigs with their guns searching boys in the dark, I beg forgiveness for you— you are sent home; meanwhile, I am jailed over and over, spending a night of Police harassment with a head full of acid, each time you slide your access card to the places where you wouldn’t be allowed in otherwise. I am your forgotten emotions. Now you, that first lover, I

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Tennessee, USA36.102376448736443 -86.7260742187534.457165948736446 -89.30786121875 37.747586948736441 -84.14428721875tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-79289973827046181032016-01-12T06:34:00.002-05:002016-11-08T12:59:39.536-05:00

I was born the day you died, thirty one years ago— I was reborn when you died, yesterday mourning. It all started eighteen months ago: our slow death. I Bow to you, master smith of universes, Mighty Goblin Disco King. You pass the torch on to the world waiting for the next Black Star to shine, we are many, a legion of your children all awoken by the changes in your persona arranged movements of

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-26431310379203623022015-12-30T08:03:00.003-05:002015-12-30T08:04:41.742-05:00

What will you do? What will you say? How many videos will you share? Only time will tell, won't it? Only time will show me just how desperate you people are you Dwarf, you Witch, you Brother and your whore mother. I know you. And that is what scares you. So many people know you. So many.

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-11693410847200807662015-11-27T19:19:00.000-05:002015-12-25T19:06:23.622-05:00

There is no easy way to say this but I've been thinking about turning not running but rather kind of like a werewolf thing unexpected, transcendental, not a kin to your kind anymore I mean, who would want to be? To be known as your ex lover to be seen as someone you once held it is repugnant, to think I shared myself to the last drop, with the likes of you your family, your friends,

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-80050553248202968612015-10-09T14:39:00.000-04:002015-10-09T14:39:49.249-04:00

It's not for nothing, but there is a lot of different things in life that can always keep you occupied or at least help you forget. Some things are not that easy to put behind you, to think about differently. Some things are fleeting memories you don't want to make disappear, but there is no other way to move forward. Each and every day to wonder how many times it has to be relived in order to be

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-17513024548841329432015-10-01T10:56:00.000-04:002015-10-01T10:56:28.407-04:00

This season, I will have a Girlfriend. Things will be different. So what if I am a fattie? It only means I know how to eat well... You know what I meant? Cunnilingus, I mean cunnilingus.

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"They all have a prize" she said, "Each woman out there is willing, has, probably is at this very moment, selling herself for something. Some do it for love, others for money, there are those who do it for need be it food drink or drug, others just like the way it feels to have a cock inside of them that loveless embrace and meaningless fuck, with some cash thrown on top anything is good enough

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-27909709948285843742015-06-16T23:22:00.001-04:002015-06-18T08:03:30.369-04:00

I asked her if she was going to sell her body again she said she didn't want to talk about it right then so there was something to talk about something to be aired It wasn't hard to figure out, she was making ends-meet when I met her then once we hung out she told me of all the evil things in her life her boss who is always asking for head because he said he needed to get off it made him feel

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-40253466000824721372015-06-16T23:14:00.000-04:002015-06-16T23:14:07.992-04:00

Thinking about her seems redundant for her own existence is but a figment of her own imagination. She's lived a thousand lives worn a million faces with each mask falling from her broken facade to show the ruins left behind from the drugs and selling herself so that men may have their kicks so that she may make the bills to pay for the little one who waits back home to get sick

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-70976837027213636662015-06-05T23:03:00.000-04:002015-06-05T23:03:05.596-04:00

When your life is a roller coaster you've got no choice other than to take that ride enjoy your time in the light shadows and spikes like a neon forest climbing up the side its glow engulfs you just as you fall down so hard as you fall down so far that the only thing you've got is that breath coming quickly in and out you're so in love with it you're so in love with it with yourself, and that is

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-76324733599345537412015-06-01T10:42:00.000-04:002015-06-16T23:31:51.898-04:00

She speaks to me in code with the way everything came back the memories of nights at that bar just talking, chatting, asking to just imagine how blessed one must be to be able to teach someone to make love again. Then I didn't know I was completely unaware of it, I had never had that chance and never thought I would get. Until I met you and we went into that room where we took off most of our

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-35478754096915418082015-05-26T10:32:00.001-04:002015-06-16T23:24:09.869-04:00

There in the court with the massive Queen which sits in the middle of the great hall just spitting out words to the masses, orders Our lovely maiden–anticipates swords unsheathed all in a row, stiff a queue of would be gentlemen await her across the entrance of the great hall. While their hands tightly grasp their swords their lips whispering of her great deeds, it rains as the

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-8298709804085534642015-05-26T10:25:00.002-04:002015-06-16T23:24:34.901-04:00

It is a brand new day! Gracias por las lecciones De nada por las lecciones I loved every minute inside you De tus ojosY aun asime hayas dejadoquemando por dentro, Estoy feliz.I am happy,because it didn't feel righttowards the end there. It became something of a joke,My love for you.Que Dios os bendiga a los pecadoresAhora y en la hora de nuestra muerte, Amen! Que sigamos resandopor perdones

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-3403158371752898222015-05-26T01:19:00.000-04:002015-05-26T01:19:45.519-04:00

I waited to throw out the cigarette butts with your lipstick on them. I just couldn't bring myself to before, but now it's no biggie. I guess it's my way of cutting it out of me.

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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-52472855385754883052015-05-16T03:53:00.000-04:002015-06-16T23:34:55.155-04:00

All I can imagine is the worst of all things happening without even closing my eyes I can see it all.

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-31773155728380561722015-04-27T05:58:00.000-04:002015-06-16T23:35:12.657-04:00

That moment when you feel something cold and distant in your bones, when the pit of your stomach falls to depths unknown, and all you can do is watch processions of emotions crawling their way down your throat. Eviceral.

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Things I learned from you: Knitt Smile through the worse of times It is best to go with the flow unless it is something that you don't believe in Fools rush in, but it's funner that way The IMF is a bunch of Daft Cunts Kissing is beautiful Making love with your eyes closed is okay It's okay to miss people You should be a vocal and aprehensive lover Learn to listen Speak when necessary Drinking

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你是美丽的化身 我是一个魔鬼 我们不可能 Nǐ shì měilì de huàshēn  wǒ shì yīgè móguǐ wǒmen bù kěnéng

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261094663449695254.post-5805451127854421482015-01-13T22:52:00.000-05:002015-01-20T09:56:22.232-05:00

Time weighs heavy and yet people still dance to old routines. It would be nice to actually find someone "different" for a change, all the wrong echoes, all the wrong flags, and the blind following on the tail of the devil. M-O-O-N: that spells torture, a Chinese finger trap and a packet of fags, don't get smoke in your eye.

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Hanging on to the back of The Dragon, on with plumes of smoke, floating resonance through the mountains inlaid with the popular neighborhoods of the birth land. Faces smile, bellies swell with booze and echoing laughter resounds through the air. Watching the iron birds fly in from behind a chained link fence, in a country where terror is just a corner away most times all we find is smiling faces

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