The old abandoned Internet, off on the edge of town
Why I hate chinks
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
This is just pure cool! It's cryptic, mystical, lovely. I had no choice!
My fingers flow over a keyboard, but words jumble at my teeth
Fragrant wisps of dissipating dreamstuff
There are places in this world where mundane, forgotten things have learned to weave their own magic
You can't cross the same river twice
September 27, 2002
dirty old town
Tourette's Sin Drome
The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
September 15, 2013
Wee Small Hours
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
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