Race to the bottom 

He was aquatic  She, nomadic  Theirs, a Predestined affinity  for perishing Refer unsung heroes ever since  then, I knew mine was  a life  word bullons  crude  Contraband hush puppies  Heroin""""""(filled) burritos  Snuggling  so you don't  (to?) have sharp objects on you when your spouse  With That I think I'll  Preordained misery Already knew  Always,  that  [...]

#Was it truly 

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 

mྂoྂrྂeྂ from Ojai, oh!

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.

The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2

“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,” [...]

Francesca’s Knees

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 [...]

There’s no way to know…

...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 [...]