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Give to me, just one last time. I know we will go our separate ways in the morning, but for now all I want is to barely make it out in the blinding darkness and light beneath the stage. You’ll be just barely late for your flight. I’ll still need to fill the bus, but it is alright. Just one last time, svp.

Posted By ugly On 06.16.2011 @ 8:49 pm

Yet this time the split is in a different way, and as I open up I feel the fabric around me start to give.

I thought they were joking, but as it turns out they were quite serious. It seems that our games have been having much graver consequences than either of us could have even imagined.

I’d do it again, though.

Posted By ugly On 04.26.2011 @ 10:56 am

Between the bottom-most ribs and my guts, open for all to see.

There is the careful maneuvering of the knife, very purposeful, very tender. I almost feel embarrassed, but since it’s just you I suppose it’s alright.

It’s quite warm, thank you for turning on the AC. I am so comfortable.

Posted By ugly On 04.25.2011 @ 12:59 pm

Again we come back to this, I thought that I had answered your questions before!

There is nothing that can be done about this situation, so I’m afraid that you need to make your peace and get on with your life. Holding grudges like this is hardly good for your health, and you can’t expect to be promoted if you hold on to that horrible attitude of yours.

Are we finished here? You can go.

Posted By ugly On 04.24.2011 @ 3:53 pm

I’m puzzled by this.

All my life in the baskets has led me to believe certain things. Certain, unalienable, certain things.

Now I find that things are far from being so simple.

Now I find that, the faces are different. Much like the ones I once knew, but now older.

The buildings decrepit.

And that I, too, am older.

And that I, too, have died.

Posted By ugly On 04.24.2011 @ 3:43 pm