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EscapeEscapeEscape
“We're all escapists here,” said the page, who guided me in. “We're all looking for our way out.” The words flowed like water, and I, content to float upon them, was loathe to break their current.
“Have you ever killed a darling?” she asked.
What an odd question, I thought,
and told her as much.
“It's something you'll learn. Your darlings will kill you with their need if you let them hang on for too long. It's a sad business . . . Sometimes there are tears.” &nb
by ~deusvoid
AuburnAuburnAuburn
In a dream, I remember auburn hair;
its scent, of her perfume and cigarettes. Fucking Newports.
Snow lies on the ground and flies on the wind. Closing my eyes, I can smell blood
on the snow and exhaust from the still
running car. I can hear the deer -
still stuck in the windshield - kicking
the seat where she sat. THUMP . . .
THUMP . . . Thumpthump . . . thump . . . .
The first dream I can remember was of something scary and red.
It came for me. The next thing I saw was a white ceiling and
my m
by ~deusvoid
They Play Love Like PoolThey Play Love Like PoolThey Play Love Like Pool
Across the smoky room, her smile glints in a stray
flash of strobed light. The boys at the bar, they play love like pool.
They point out their target and call out their claim. They take their shots. The winner is the one with the most numbers in his pocket at the
end of the night. I take another drink and think that it's been a while since I've played love. Across the smoky room, her smile glints in a stray flash of strobed light.
by ~deusvoid
Semi-Prophetic WordsSemi-Prophetic WordsSemi-Prophetic Words
“I don't think I'm going to live that long,”
she would say, laughing, when I'd tell her cigarettes would kill her one day. We shared a morbid sense of humor.
“We're going out young, beautiful, and together,” she said. “And I'll keep smoking in the afterlife just to annoy you.”
Her laughter still slaps back inside my head like an echo, ringing in time with the tears hitting my empty plate. Once again,
I'd set the table for two.
Funny how I still hear her voice, and funnier still how sometimes I respond aloud,
by ~deusvoid
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- Current Residence: BFE, WV
- Favourite movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
- Favourite band or musician: Nevermore
- Favourite genre of music: Rock / Metal
- Favourite poet or writer: William Gibson / Jacqueline Carey
- Favourite style of art: Photomanips
- Operating System: XP
- MP3 player of choice: www.foobar2000.org
- Favourite game: KOTOR
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Misato Katsuragi
- Personal Quote: There is no love . . . Prove me wrong, I dare you . . .
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