Nicknames and All That Jazz. Just another one of those bloggy things. Ses yeux étaient sombre aussi qui la nuit. Et elle portait les pulls trops grands. Mais elle étaient très, très petite. Sa peau étaient blanc comme neige, blanc comme os. Elle a vomi les mots en ses journals,. Son cœur étaient très faim,.

A rage against entropy and the dying of the light. What Kind of Idea Are You. What is this compulsion to write? I am overrun by dreams. It rushes out, in too-personal groans, then stops. And then I dives back somewhere into the keyboard, pressing letters without my permission, parts of a self he does not know. What do you call a deer with no eyes? .

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I wanna be a billionaire! No Good Deed Ever Goes Unpunished. The title of this post pretty much sums it all up, no good deed ever goes unpunished. It seems to be human nature to focus on the negative things in life as opposed to the positive. So many things can go right in life and that one thing that went wrong gets hyper focus.

And Then He Knew He Was Old. A bit of brew,. A few less than before,. When he felt the urge to clean himself. Meeting the lady in the yellow pinafore. He pricked a little hole,. He knew he was old. Stare down the barrel of a novel,.

Struggling with my inner woman, and my outer man. Published August 3, 2016. You can find it here. I will occasionally post on here, but almost everything will be posted there. Published July 9, 2016. But they are based on hope. Published June 4, 2016. From the curving of hips.

I promise to post more this year. This proves that women ar.