Yet it hasn’t been dependability that has kept me interested in your well-being, eager to see your mind set at ease, no matter how thanklessly. It’s been, of course, love. This has been the one trustworthy fact of my minor life.
Continue reading Gargantua
In the Collective, there was no unhelpful man in a visor, no indifferent stream of people, no unmet desire to be seen and heard. There was only a kind of unified togetherness that was as comforting as it was powerful. I realize, with an unfamiliar and unpleasant stab I can only call sorrow, how deeply I miss it. Continue reading Seven of Nine goes to dinner during COVID
Certainly, I look forward to her death on Judgement Day, in the great and painless nuclear flash that will eliminate Los Angeles County. But not now, not by my hand. Why? Continue reading Terminator’s Day In
You only laughed at my good jokes. Continue reading I love you, dipshit
Fiction I have my little place just as I like it, and I stick to a schedule. 06:30- Rise. Stretch. Write down dreams in a grey notepad next to the bed. Chase away the spectres. It’s still dark. 06:45- Meditation … Continue reading Only Skin: “Professor”
Even ink runs faster. It oozes out of pen points onto the page in a luxurious scrawl. All your thoughts leak out, fast as the black can snag them. In this rotten place, her favorite, where she springs her traps, she’ll become everything she really is. Continue reading The Lowland
GOOD LUCK WITH REALITY.
MY ADVICE: EMBELLISH IT. Continue reading The Protagonist
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