… I could get the taste of dead hookers and cigarettes out of my mouth. That’s just how it goes in Vegas. That’s why I came here. I enjoy the sins and vices in life.[…]
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Author: durran
Loneliness
When Clarissa was very young her mother grew strange and abandoned her. She was left in the care of her aunt Miriam. For years Miriam punished Clarissa constantly. She would say horrible things about Clarissa’s[…]
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I wish you had kept up with the lie, now…
… I have to drive to Tijuana, find a donkey show, and sell my soul to Jose Cuervo. I hope that when I come back empty, void of everything good in my heart, that you’ll[…]
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The things I’ve lost…
… could fill a warehouse if a warehouse could house self respect. The idea being that I defined everything I was by the sum of my possessions, never giving myself a worth beyond materialism. When[…]
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Synesthesia
Paint a picture with words, Decoupage tones on velvet tongues, Textures of how letters taste, The color of how sounds are shaped. Audible imagery among the prose, Developed lens for the eye of the[…]
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Blink
*Blink* *Blink, blink* Red, yellow, blue, violet, absence, void. It was there and then gone, I swear. But they didn’t believe me. They saw me. Tied down to the table; raving. Trying to convince them…[…]
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The Mission
The jungle was thick and the terrain rough. Constant encounters with thick patches of vines and underbrush had slowed our progress. We had been walking for hours. The suffocating humidity and the heat were our[…]
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The House on 10th
Victoria was walking home. It had been a long day at work. She came down the same streets every day. She wore the same coat, the same shoes, same black on black outfit that was[…]
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Cards
Mike walked down the street feeling rather down. His job was going nowhere and his love life was a joke. He walked slowly, his face watching his feet move back and forth over the cracked[…]
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A word on Oh Dystopia
Welcome to my blog. I love to write. I like to think I’m fairly good at it. I love just hanging out in my imagination and seeing where it takes me. Usually that place is[…]
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