Recent Entries

• ::PSA

  January 26, 2014

  Well, I think we all saw this coming. Just in case you have me bookmarked but DON'T read the main page, be aware this site is going away.  Soon.  So make your archives and come find all the rest of us on Prosebox.  Or find another way to get in touch.  Because people who ...

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• ::Schism

  October 31, 2013

  I want to wax lyrical and dust off the bricks and mortar and whiskey and candles and invite you all in, but it seems this place is falling apart at the seams. Several times in October, I've come to talk to you and Opendiary has told me to fuck off.  It's a moody bitch, and there's…

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• ::Intensity

  September 9, 2013

  Where to begin? I don't know if it's age, or hormones, or just a weariness of doing the same things I've been doing for the last decade or two.  But things in my life are just not as enjoyable as I'd like them to be.  There isn't the excitement, the fulfillment, the deeper satisfac...

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• ::Skysoar

  August 18, 2013

  I'm at the Fey Court, clad in glittering chainmail made of stardust and spiderwebs, and a cloak made of dew.  We dance all night, for in the morning the sun will burn this elegantly constructed ballroom down, and we'll be heavy and boring again.   But, for a few hours more, the clo...

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• ::End Times

  July 30, 2013

  Mortality is vying for my attention this month.  Ugly stuff. Last week, I was at McDonald's for lunch when a feeble old woman lost her balance and crashed to the tile, not ten feet from me, her cane skittering across the floor.  It was a busy lunchtime and people swarmed all around...

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• ::Saturnine

  July 7, 2013

  I dig my way out from the rubble and it's another moonless night.  Just like that, it's been a month.  Full cycle, full circle, while I was tumbling among the stones and the lava, grinding bones to dust and bleeding myself dry over the roots of the mountains.  Even now, t...

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• ::Mordacious

  June 6, 2013

  An unnaturally gentle and long spring is trying to whisper my fears away and make me forget winter.  Usually, by Memorial Day, I can expect it to be a miserable sauna every day until September.  Instead, the windows are open, the lilacs drifting in and my cat staring out.  I m...

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• ::Overpass

  May 23, 2013

  We'd been driving toward those blood-red thunderheads for days, and finally under.  The twisters tearing us apart, shredding our armor.  The lightning prying underneath, turning our flesh to blistered steam and reducing our broadcasts to pained squealing.  Pieces falling away, slag...

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• ::Kaiju

  May 7, 2013

  Another motion-blur montage.  The sky at night, burnt orange with the bleed-off from streetlights.  I'm driving alone.  Solemn, gritty technothunderechoing in my ears.  Wind roaring, engine roaring, spine and guts and eyes roaring.  Blur. Footsteps in the dark, looking up...

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