The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
"I want to start this story out, with one important fact, one fact that will ensure as you hear this, as you take all this in, you will know, that none of this was my fault. You may, at times think, maybe I had something to do with it all, but I can assure you, …
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"How excited are you kid?" He says, looking over at the young man, his face pale, his eyes wide, and his mind, well, his mind somewhere else, he looks over to the older man, and smiles nervously. "Shitting myself if you want me to be honest," he says, the older man laughs. "It's going to …
The darkness save no man or woman, it allows neither a reprieve, it only wants their lives, well, that's how it seems to me anyway. When it first appeared, the news stations reported it to be some unknown act of nature, they of course, were wrong, in every way. His name was Marcus, he was, …
"So this is really what he was talking about?" She says, turning towards him, his face screwed up with anger. "Obviously," he hisses, as he darts her a look that sends shivers running down her spine. "Don't take it out on me, you're the one who let him go, you should've put a bullet in …
Shine on me, and let me be free, let me rot in the ground, becoming one with the dirt, where you buried me, but make no mistake, my time had come, I had lived my life, I had done all that could be done, so weep, so cry, but only for a little while, and …
"I have many things to tell you, some of them are lies, others, are truths hidden in riddles, but, they are all entertaining," the old man says to the group of children who sit before him, around the campfire. "Why don't you start them, because right now you're boring my pants off," a voice calls …
Tape, stuck, sticky, wrapping around me, tightly, sticking me to myself, keeping me from you, wrapped in sticky tape, rapped in sticky glue, stuck to myself, kept way from you, sticky icky tape, sticky icky glue, wrapping around me, keeping me away from you, sticky icky tape, sticky icky glue, twisting, turning around me, keeping …
"How many times has it been since your father died, that you've found yourself here, in my arms?" She says softly, as she runs a hand through his hair. He presses himself up against her, their naked body's squish together, sweat, saliva and other bodily juices coat their flesh. "Too many times to count," he …
Plastic, wrapped around my body, pressing against my flesh, pressing against my skin, keeping me locked within, keeping hold of my sin, you thrust it in, you pull it out, you laugh, you smile, you joke about, I'm trapped within, I'd scream and shout, but you thought of that one, that's why you cut my …
The Players so far.. Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for …
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