Letter1To The Girl Who Sat Opposite Me On The Bus Every DayLetter1
I’ve watched your reflection on the bus windows in the morning, when the cold darkness outside holds nothing of interest for me. Your face is lit up by the hazy street lamps that hang beyond the windows, their stems long and invisible in the black sun-less streets.
I wonder what goes on in your head behind those closed eyes; I try to guess what you dream of while inside an air-conditioned rectangle. Your bangs fly up as your head oscillates irregularly like a sick pendulum. I wince when your head hits the window on your side. I’ve tried many times to wake you up e
The Boy Who Didn't ExistOnce, there was a boy who grew up in an average family and lived in an average house. He was an average boy with average grades and average looks. Mediocrity did not settle well into his bones and a seed of unhappiness was planted deep inside his body (perhaps between the pancreas and the duodenum). This little packet of vitriol grew new limbs each day and it birthed a twisted idea that nestled snugly into the moist folds of his young, impressionable mind.The Boy Who Didn't Exist
He had decided he wanted to disappear.
After all, when one was always fading into the background, the next reasonable step was to be the background. This, he thou
Samurai Duel
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We wear our strands of white hair like badges. Searching through masses
of black for that one evidence of hard work.
We measure our eyebags and announce
to the world how large they have
become. Eye each other and size them up. Mine is seven centimetres. Mine's eight.
We compete to see who sleeps the latest and the littlest. Two hours
Are most coveted. Twilight hours are best
for studying.
We become future leaders like they Made us. We rule the country. We are power. Our hard earned brilliance shines brig
oomph
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What do you think?
(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)
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A storm is rising.
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A storm is rising.
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Sygnin - Vector pinup illustrations
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Greetings random Deviant! How are you? ^-^
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"Iron, Iron! It worked, it worked! I did what you told me and he DIED!"
Me, playing Gears of War and learning to use the shotgun
Thanks for your comments!
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Cover it with gas and set it on fire.
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