haha. i do this fairly often, if any of you who still read this tripe hadn't noticed. post a few things, vanish for like three months. blarg. i think...i have some words, yes?
i do believe i'll share them.
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My Father CooksMy dad’s angry over there, preparing that food as if he had nothing left in the world. He rattles those pots and pans like they were the bones of everyone he’s ever hated, everyone he’s ever wished to harm. That meat sauce is their blood, that spaghetti is the brains their heads disgorged when he cracked open their pasta box skulls. He stirs it with a passion believing that consuming the flesh of his fallen foes will strengthen him in a world that no longer cares for such superstitions. This heat coming from the oven is only the heat from the furnace of his rage, his frustration.My Father Cooks
by ~samtheimpaler
The FourthAnd the sky was all BOOM! CRACK! BANG! And the crowd was all OOH!The Fourth
AAH! WOW! Yes, the fireworks sparked of an orgasm of light in the eyes of all the people on the ground, and they made themselves heard.
by ~samtheimpaler
Going Places"Be home by eleven. Do you have your phone? Your key?" he calls after me. "Yes, Dad. I love you. Bye." And I'm gone, off for another night walk. I'ts hard to walk very far in the day during summer, with the sun beating down like a jackhammer. I turn familiar corners, wandering along the streets of my neighborhood. I could follow the stream of life and head into Little Five, but there's not much to do there late at night if you're under 18. I skirt around the edges of the nightlife, thankful that nobody is asking me for cigarettes this night.Going Places
I wind up walking past the Starbucks and heading in the direction of my schoo
by ~samtheimpaler
Snail MailOld days, you could pay your postman a little something extra to "lose" letters to and from relatives you wish never had the indecency to be born. Next time you had the misfortune to see them, you could just excuse the fact you never wrote back with "Oh, I expect it was lost in the mail." Just go on isolating yourself from the relatives you never wanted. Man, I wish I could still do that. Now, with the email, I can't bribe my computer to "misplace" messages form the people I want nothing to do with. They expect an answer back the same day. The same day! Lord.Snail Mail
by ~samtheimpaler
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amourby ~wiccachicken502
Trust me, I'm Not PerfectMany friends and classmatesTrust me, I'm Not Perfect
Teachers and counselors too
Have more faith and trust in me
Than my parents, the two of you
You’re never really satisfied
And perfect I can’t be
What do I have to do
To make the both of you see?
My heart breaks a bit more
When I see you doubt what I say
I’m just going to a friend’s house
But at home you make me stay
You’re always so suspicious
You never trusted me
Going through all my stuff &nbs
by ~forleafclovgrl
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