They glow with a special, insistent type of power. S is ready to see how it goes. She sips at her energy drink, tapping one gel-coated foot against the other. Music continuing to play, snatches of sound in her ears, rising and falling. Palm trees hang over her like sober, disapproving guardians.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. Heroes or Sheroes-that is the question now. A noble human relationship-reflection upon duality.

Le blog que nous apprécions tous a perdu son auteur. Nous ne lirons plus ses coups de gueule, coup de sang, ses analyses, ses espoirs, il ne verra pas non plus un jour meilleur se lever sur ceux qui souffrent le plus. Vous ne saurez jamais ce que vous avez manqué.

The Life and Times of a Former English Grad Student Trying to Make it in the Real World. But this is a writing blog.

Scanning through worthless things on my phone. Staring at letters, not sinking in to my mind. Wondering if its worth to stare at all. The Ghosts and silhouettes of the past are still here. The mockery of me being alone and them together. Still cant find the right words to say. I put heart on what I write, how about you? The Twenty Thirteen Theme.