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Oh, hankerchief to forehead. Phew. Fishoil for the mind. Stop. Don’t be chronic. Freetigue. Okay what else, oh, so many sounds to reflect the feeling. Grey. Why don’t you rest, but will you be able to get back up? You need a spring to lift you head and heart and …then on you go. Here’s a shake, hand and milk. HhheeeeerePosted By g On 02.17.2013 @ 11:08 am
We throw up as we dance. It’s an odd habit, admittedly, but it’s still what makes us us. You’ll complain about the weather and I’ll complain about you. You’ll hold my hand and I’ll want to kick and scream. You’ll tell me, “You’re an angel,” to which I’ll say back, “You’re the Devil Himself,” and to that we’ll toast and cheer, and yet another year will go by.Posted By g On 02.14.2013 @ 1:48 pm
I was thinking about what it means to be pure, what it means to be untouched and holy. I was sitting on the end of my bed, and staring at the two dead bodies making the carpet soaking in blood. The smell made me want to throw up, but I didn’t. I was thinking about Heaven and Hell. I was considering myself lucky, because I know I’m one of the lucky ones. I know my place in Heaven will be golden and bright, next to my Maker.
I was thinking that I may be a killer, but I’m saintly so.Posted By g On 02.14.2013 @ 1:46 pm
For Heaven’s sake, just drop the act.
I raise my eyebrows and I stare at the demon smirking at me. It won’t recognize to my sanctity, to the halo above my head, but it’ll recognize to my sword if it presses hard enough against its throat.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“What we all want. Immunity. I don’t want to burn when the End comes.”
I sigh. Again, that?Posted By g On 02.14.2013 @ 1:44 pm
Nobody’s willed to go through with this. Their hands are shaking and their lips are trembling and the picture would be funny if it wasn’t so grotesque. We’re way too out of our leagues here. We stare at the blood in our hands, but we can’t quite finish what we’ve started. To hit and punch and kick is one thing, but to finish someone off, forcing air out of their lungs and their hearts to stop forever? That may be too much.Posted By g On 02.15.2013 @ 1:03 pm
The wall was white, and nothing was on it. No one could make the wall change. Whenever someone would write upon that white wall their inscriptions would disappear as if it were never there. No one knew why this happened; people came to see the wall whenever they could. They would put whatever they wanted to write but the next day it would disappear.Posted By G On 02.03.2013 @ 5:23 pm
warmth fire hot, take care of yourself. It is so cold in here, but not as cold as it is out there, with the bitter wind and the blinding snow. How will we live without this coal, without this oil? The heat we have now comes from the bones of a billion animals, millions of years in the making.Posted By g On 12.26.2012 @ 10:24 am
both of us, once again, standing here in the sun-drenched meadow, looking back at our lives, they way we have heart each other, been so selfish. but turn around! there is a future, there in the distance, just visible on the horizon. let’s run into tomorrow, together.Posted By g On 12.04.2012 @ 8:15 am
Both of us. It seems like yesterday was a million worlds away, and now I’m falling. I want to hold your hand forever, our life passing before us like the crushed grass under our feet. I can feel your hand growing frail as you age, but it isn’t cold and empty like I expected.Posted By g On 12.03.2012 @ 4:30 pm
I woke up before the phone rang. The cold dry air of the thornveld stuck in my throat. I rushed to set out Bill’s pills and get away from my captor, to have those few minutes of relief and not have to worry about his gross blank stares and the crumbs of the last meal stuck to his facePosted By g On 11.29.2012 @ 2:45 pm
Up. All I could think about was getting higher into the clouds. Behind the view port of my plane I could only imagine the air whipping against my face, the progressive chill of the altitude sending excited shivers up and down my spine.
I knew the dangers of going too high. We were all trained to know of the death above.Posted By G On 10.14.2012 @ 3:00 pm
This is when I went to church one day and everyone was writhing on the ground, the pastor shaking a cobra and flogging it against the ground. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! But I was running out of breath and having a goddamned panic attack. I prayed with all the cells in my blood and oxygen in my brains for a pocket of peace & calm.Posted By g On 08.30.2012 @ 4:15 am