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the memory of a goldfishoxygen bubbles coated by foam will burst bewilderment shall set in and then I will rememberthe memory of a goldfish
it all began with water.
by ~torn-pages
Less than StrangersI watched him for the good portion of an hour before it even registerd on his part. He was always unawareLess than Strangers
like this, maybe that is why I went mad. People say insanity like it is a bad thing, but what could be more refreshing than letting go? Pretense and Propreity, things people cling to like some lost faith.
Institutionalization somehow makes the vibrant hues of the world around you dull and one dimensional.
My neighbor, in my fabulous room for one, used to see bugs everywhere. Swarms and armies of cockroaches, spiders, along with assorted other lovelies. Two doors down liked to play with knives and fil
by ~torn-pages
an exercise in randomnessI walked through my home, barefoot and slightly uncertain. I thought of you, and us, and them ,and it, one hugean exercise in randomness
pronoun potpourri. I sat down to write and resigned myself to the fact that I would not. Instead focusing on
cool tiles beneath my feet and the non-ticking clock. Background noise, which not surprisingly was in the background, competed for my attention. It was her son, Michael.
She,used to be my bestfriend, once. Now we could either take it or leave it. Hello, is usually met with a sense of reasoning and wonderment. Did it really mean hello or did it mean 'I am quite pissed with where you
by ~torn-pages
pensive"I think You're going to be late."he whispered and then chuckled.I knew, but it was well worth it. I watched sunrise and shadows, as they crept across his face. Flickering for mere instances and displaying slideshows of landscape against the wall. I always loved sunrise.pensive
He asks why she has fish in the bathroom. While what he should have been asking was why she delayed
in the shower. Standing, at an incline while hot streams of water rushed down her body. Making splashing noises and hitting plastic and metal. She contemplated why lovers didn't stay in love, and why love had so many stigm
by ~torn-pages
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EvolutionTwilight, the stars twinkled. he danced for the moon mesmerized by flames flickering below while worshiping stars above the collective of humanity bound by the heavens that circle us.Evolution
He pranced around fire and sacrificed his hunt in exchange for good fortune. kept alive by its flickering magic magnetized to the heat of dying embers. b
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