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There once was a man who spoke far too much for anyone to bear. One day out of nowhere he shut up and said no more. Everyone wondered what had happened, why the discomforting quiet. All but one never got to know. That the man had little to say, when

And the man smiled. Through his teeth gleaming streaks of gem and yesterday’s flavour. Dancing on top of a cage trousers down. In between his cheeks was a parade of glitter. Raw and uncut was his style. Throbbing to sides dominating all surroundings. Opal King led his people to a

Something dark and twisted troubled the little pink piggy. Its off-white hair has curled the deeper it sunk into the sheets of the softest bed. Little piggy turned to the right side. Little piggy turned to the left side. “SMACK,” the little piggy punched the uneven pillow with its hoof.

When the springs ran out one Spring morning all of the village wept deeply. Some hundred years later they were no longer the place of harmony and retreat; the Thousand Springs. With one fall, and of no fault of their own, they’ve been defined anew. The Last Droplet of the

One. Two. Three. Repeat.

Morning came and made her think I can only make what I feel. Melancholy has to be my only friend, for it grabs and entertains me the most. I see her often enough we are practically best friends anyway. “Best friends remain those who can cross swords and laugh about

Does little regret mean I’ve lived too little? Done too few mistakes to learn and grow from? Why is the drama so much more enticing than a calculated approach? I instinctively answer my own question: “Because boring is boring.” How am I to treasure my life, when I’ve never let

Why is the women’s touch as tactile as a razor’s cut and a feather’s tail? Where along the way a request came for a nail to puncture a blood’s veil? Which of us have the skin, plated this deep thick, to be with a prick, just to produce our kin?

Welcome to my life with APD, alias hear all the conversations happening at the same time and totally don’t get confused by it and be absolutely focused on the person you are speaking to. When your mind is louder than the bustling cafe, you stop to think: “what do the

Alora. Sintinare este mifiacco. Me rinticcio ponto eeee... ponto este morivente. Fantago ismo tristo velaveste. “Si.” Prente, mi amo. Ovente e ti miento bene a porlevisiante. “Eeeee... no. Ti vene insignito.” va ne mi erda esmuta si vi claro en mento. O-ti cal mare ten i cafe a signora te

Skin melted. From pale white to the oversaturated red and final crisp darkest black. Skin perceived. Her image of herself changed forever. Beautiful in its uniqueness, shunned by the public eye. Skin embodied. It is I in this body, not my body who is I. The deep cuts had barely

The raspberry jam tickled her curious mind with its most peculiar taste. What is it? A smile of the lover in the white sheets draped in the sunrise warmth? A spark flowing in the current with every jolt of the tongue? The one hungry winter night at the morgue? Now

“I don’t know, man...” “What?” “I just wake up in the morning and... I don’t know.” “Yeah. I know. I know what you mean.” “Right? Like everyone’s like out there... doing their shit you know. And I just woke up and am like...” ”...why aren’t I doing that shit, right?

I drafted a man without enterprise whose sole purpose was to play chess with God. Our paths crossed every morning, they had to -we used the same door. To my amazement, the player walked through first-every-single-day. When our morning meetings stopped it left me wondering. Should have I picked up

On the dance floor instructed by the best of DJ guru’s you can reach the higher planes. As long as you are not dancing in NYC, where people only spiral downward. Sarah swayed from side to side, feeling the energy feeling the vibe. Behind her closed eyes, stars and galaxies

Attraction. Distraction. In two words, has never been, a closer connection.

Apathy is the loneliest of emotions - it cares not, neither anyone nor anything for it, yet it must continue to exist. Poor gal. The infinite rope held tight two invisible ends. In perfect balance, a shapeless silhouette progressed forward with minute steps. Surrounded by colorless blank canvas the rope

Over the bridge came a man thinking foul thoughts. Strangulation, manipulation, derange, revenge, spite, and hate, combined brew the disastrous cocktail. His eyes nearing mine were discolored to hues of gray, bulging in their sockets. Behind the asymmetrical smile beheld worlds charged with pure negative energy, kept on a leash

In between brewings of batches bitter, I sit down to rest and breathe. In and Out. I let gusts like guests into my abode. Frantic I try to cover my mouth the moment I choke. Too late. The toxin already made itself at home. In a short moment, it will

When I woke up this morning I’ve forgotten how to fly. How to hover an inch above the solid ground and not feel the pressure of my body pressing me down. How to escalate without machinery or a hillside to hike. How to soar full-speed against the wind current.