..and, as such, considered the fact or would it be notion of suicide Not just BY THOSE OF MY generation but by pen sharp object despair death sentence Here I am not exactly woman, hear me roar everything verifiable is intuitive, and there will be time for bad things to happen THE… Read More today I saw a 3-D pen…
after all A little chilly before the thaw She called He answered This was just there. the way it was As you were far away by the tine We showed up Interactive narrative toss send off story A girl and a boy Begin The poem a prelude
Then, shots were fired… Four dead in Ohio Matthew Matthews takes a couple of steps forward in a nonaggressive manner, but that’s not what Roland sees.
“No bones. Not even a knee cap.” As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,”… Read More The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2
Francesca’s knees are bruised, from bashing into the car door-steering wheel combo as the Jehovah’s Witness chased her to her father’s Honda, a stoic vehicle in the Ohio snow. The other from the Icelandic Vodka, two brands, his girlfriend supplied in happier times. She wondered if she was technically a drunk if it was only… Read More Francesca’s Knees
…if this were true, you just have to go with it, I imagine myself surfing again on a perfect morning in the perfect temperature water amongst friends, no tiger sharks in the making or anything wrong with a perfect day, coz you get those once in a while even if Henry Miller turns out to… Read More There’s no way to know…
always first to look away… Read More The math of story