Roses.

The cherry-red roses sat atop her cheaply constructed microwave. And on that day, it seemed fitting that the wilting flowers decided to die the same day the relationship did.





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trail

This is the spot where the road splits. Where reason and reality come colliding together at a hundred-and ninety miles per hour. Don't hate me for the decision I have to make.

can't get away

I think it's time to go now.
So hopefully you won't forget my touch.
or the way my voice resonates off the concrete walls.
Leave a letter in passing, maybe the wind won't sweep it away.

Red Pill vs Blue Pill

Take a look at the world you inhabit and realize that things really aren't as they seem. Maybe our whole reality is similar to the Blue and Red pill that Morpheus presents to Neo. We can either know the brutal truth to how things are, or be blissfully unaware of the shit that we are secretly neck-deep in. I'm also reminded of a similar question that the Allegory of the Cave produces. Is knowledge truly empowering if no one believes you? I could just as easily accept that the shadow figures are the only true reality if it was the only life that I was aware of.

So, would I rather know the truth and be enlightened? Or be kept in the dark and live a life of blissful ignorance?

I'll take the Blue pill. And with that, I would like the finest Mahi Tuna with the most prized women from every country. Naked. And maybe a mound of cocaine.

23%

And when you fall asleep underneath the starry-sky in the tent, know that I will hold you close. Looking into the vastness that is above will remind me of the infinite potential that I see when I can hold you.

Room 10.zero8

The man began to doze off. The two corners of his room that were previously illuminated turned dark as the goose-neck lamp died out. Shadows crept in. And there she stood. Looming over his figure with the carving knife that would soon pierce his throat. But he had long since been waiting for deaths embrace, so it came as a relief.

wheres my head at

So when the summer sun fades and the Autumn one rises, know that I'll be next to you when the leaves fall. When their weight finally becomes heavy enough, they will recede to the ground. And I will collect the ones of brilliant color and make you a wreathe. This wreathe will be your crown; wear it as a princess would.
When the darkness starts to creep, streets will be lined with Halloween decorations, know that I will be only as close to you as you would like me to be. Don't let the ghouls frighten you as they did I when I was a young one.

As I spectate life through a windshield (behind the wheel) I notice a striking number of patterns. Somehow they constantly remind me of you.

You know that spot. It's the spot that gets me every time.

his108

The rain came down in heavy blankets. Undaunted, the man did not mind because of what stood next to him.

stupid fucking shit.

You open up. Put your faith in someone. Then are left picking ip the pieces.

Repeat Process.

Seems like I've been a kid in a candy-shop when it comes to choosing a woman. Each week has a new flavor. Then, this eager-eyed kid in the candy-shop, finds something which has some sort of lasting value. Damn, this mirages always get him.

If it's "not what it looks like," then why the fuck would a person apologize.

my dog, George.

George, come on big guy, lets put you in the car. We'll go for a ride down River Road. I'll even put the windows down so you can catch a breeze. Just how you've always liked it. I know you're not interested in walking the Anchorage Trail anymore, and that's okay, I'm not mad. You're not letting me down, George. It really is alright; I only went to the trail so you could get some exercise.. I mean I liked going.. but just for you..

I've noticed you've been sleeping a lot more than usual. And yesterday, you were almost too tired to even want to eat. Don't think I'm mad George, it really is alright. I promise you I'm not upset. Don't think I'm mad at you for leaving your bowl full so Henry could eat twice as much. If you're not feeling it, you're just not feeling it. And you do like to sleep now. And that's fine. Whatever makes you happy is all that matters. I'm fine. I'm fine with that.

We're going to go for a nice drive and you're going to take a long nap. You won't be blind anymore; you'll be able to see everything you've been missing out on for a few years now. You won't be covered in tumors anymore, boy. You'll be able to walk freely. You're going to feel good, George. And it's all going to be alright, I promise.

river. road.

Down River Road the two-door maroon convertible drove. A blue sky above with the Ohio River on the left gave backdrop to the two who were in the car. Ten miles over the speed limit gave a hint of adventure to the trip. And when he looked over, he saw the face of the only woman who intrigued him. All the while, music from the early two-thousands was on the radio. 

.on.

So know that I would've waited at the bottom of your staircase in front of the swooning sycamores on that Southern plantation.

..

I did not write this.

I was born in 1957.  

Died in 2009.  

Since then I have been waiting anticipating yearning for my second death.  

A woman killed me.  

I ran fast and stumbled, fell hard, 

shattered spine and ribs and heart sauce leaked out onto the noodles of my spilled intestines.  

A drainage ditch, an overdose, alcohol, a razor blade.  

I woke up in my own bed the next day.  

Disappointed.  

Not knowing what to do.  

I showered the blood from my left arm and pulled myself into a suit.  I drove to work.  I taught children.  

I told them that life was worth living.  

That there was goodness in men & women.  

That they could turn the rudder of the world.  

They didn't smell the stink of my death.

Hours became days became weeks became months.  

Still no one knows that I am dead.

No one knows that I wait for my second death the way a small child waits for Christmas morning.

Please don't tell anyone.  

Let it be our little secret.

-Brothweef

-Brother Kay