

I Think, but am I?It's safe in the city. That's what they always tell you in those little books. No more mugging, no more murder, no more pollution... But when you live four hundred feet above the ground, every now and then someone's gonna fall. So, walking out of my house, briefcase in one hand and coffee pill in the other, I was lured into my safety. Everything's gonna be all right. I guess I should have stayed in bed like Vivian told me. Just sit today out. There were so many things I could have done in this time I was alive. I could have called my mother just to tell her II Think, but am I?


A CigarShe made a disserted ally seem bustling, and I used this as an excuse to not talk for several minutes.A Cigar
When I say several minutes I mean several seconds, because I've always felt that people do do things in several minutes as opposed to several seconds, and because time is relative to motion or something, it could have been both several minutes and several seconds. What am I, an expert?
But I talked to her, and I said something like "Gee, that was quite a show you had there", and she said something like "Thank you". I don't know because I can't remember, mind you. I'm not doing the wh


WaltzHe wears sweat socks and white untied sneakers. There's no pity.Waltz
Babies feet scare me, but I don't even think of giving in to that. A baby is just a killer, and killers are babies.
Bang!
Bum-de-dum-1-2-3-1-2-3-Brap-Ba-Boop-1-2-3-1-2-3
I love the sound of chopping feet hitting the floors of long halls. It makes me feel like hugging my sister, or living with my childhoods disembodied voice.
Waltz and jazz halls sing sweet songs of the dead. My dead.
I don't like jazz. I don't like to waltz.
Bum-de-dum
*Glomp*
AND I MISS YOU.
AND ILU.
BAI.
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What kind of faggot runs around in a Christmas sweater?
I mean, hey. How's it goin'?
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What kind of faggot runs around in a Christmas sweater?
You have been attacked by a Thomas!
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I'm not crazy! My pancakes ARE out to get me!
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Be who you are and say what you feel, becuase those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter.
How's deviantarting?
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What kind of faggot runs around in a Christmas sweater?
Welcome to DA.
Seriously man, you have amazing writing skills. I love the style you used in "The Bitch."
Hint: I'm envious.
Once again, keep it up.
~Regina
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-Regina
"Let your love be strong,
I don't care what goes down."
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