As the toast fell from the counter, crumbs went everywhere. She sighed, but instead of reaching for a dishrag, sunk her toes into the thickly buttered side facing up. For a moment, the kitchen felt like a spa.
Where I come from blood and names mean nothing and sworn oaths even less. But prized most of all is that old art of playing dirty - so dirty no one else can even see the game. - marandarussell.com
You lost my faith you lost my trust and s-l-o-w-l-y you drained my interest - marandarussell.com
He was the only one of us who still followed the sea. He was a wanderer, who could abide no stay-at-home order 'til the sea became his country. - marandarussell.com
Room for one, please. I'll be staying until further notice and will not require housekeeping.
The future is yours and the present is mine, but it isn't all it might be. Things go wrong. I talk to myself. I can't explain it at all - whether I guess right or wrong, I can't be the first to speak - or the last. In the end, there is nothing I desire so much as to become nothing.
There's been a mistake somewhere. This is not how it was all supposed to go. You, over there laughing as I prick my finger on verbal razors. Me, bleeding, faking a smile wishing I could manage to be good just this once.
marble eye bulging out of its socket stiff neck coiling thick as marine rope dizzy nausea swooning drags me to the bed hated pain blazing throws me into hell again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and
If I be wrong and the apocalypse has not come, than these plagues locusts hellfire brimstone bloodbaths must simply be foreplay.