where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Julian displays a wry smile upon his lips, “We both know I do, otherwise the statement wouldn’t have been as insulting as I wanted it to be, would’ve it?” “Do you really want to die tonight? Is that how you want this all to end?” “In the end, there is.”
I once thought that I could write something that had the ability to not only change my life, but the life of those who read it as well. Obviously I figured out it better to leave the life changing part to those more skilled... Matt “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t keep yourself locked away …
Whispers roaming, a broken wing of the bird that once stole the worm early in the morning, the light of your candle, the sin on your bed sheets, you bring me to orgasm, yet you don’t see me, whispers roaming, the broken wing now healed, the sea of your moaning, the wetness, the decaying, the …
Broken glasses across the sky of nothingness, you see a disruption, they see a tree of hope, roots extending, arms clutching what is your wintery escape, see the man who stands before me, see the hand he holds, the bitterness in folds his own, we see, they see me, a sea of hate, a hate …
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“Flaccid dreams lover boy,” she says. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “It means you’re a soft cock even in your dreams,” she says with an evil grin, as she tosses the vase towards him. With a simple backhand he deflects it, only to find her already mid-flight.
“Why yes dear, today I’m going out to visit some guy I met on tinder for a gang bang with his four mates. Apparently they are all well hung and know just how to take care of an older woman.” She says in a croaky voice, jokingly impersonating her grandmother.
See incomplete sentences written across the sands of what will be a wasteland of apocalyptic tendencies, within the mirror of scrutiny scars are made, the devil hiding in the image of an angel, asking for the word of your god to set him free, a believe, a deceiver, a fornicating temptress showering you with her …
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We are but the rotten, we see the sin within, terror on perpetual motion, darkness alive underneath the snow, we cried a song of unhappiness, a goodbye of wordless lies, you buried the bloody carcass, You tried to hide what you had done, but in a world built on endings, the beginning is not really …
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If unicorns were easier to write about, I would have several volumes of some really good shit. Sadly, a horse with a massive dildo strapped to its head doesn't make for good material... Matt She smiles awkwardly, in the way you would if you were trying to be sarcastic. But unfortunately, she doesn’t have the …
Round the kaleidoscope of failed dreams, sits the tomorrow that was once meant to be, but now we have a mirror, broken, betrayed, we wish for the promise, while the lies are given out, a dollar, a penny, a payment for the inconvenience placed upon the shoulders of yesterday’s conversations, can you be the mighty, …
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