Tag Archives: babbling
The guy with the coffee jar
It was the first time she’d lived away from her parents. She met a guy. Could she not see through it, all those promises that it would be all okay, that this was okay,that this was all right,even Right? How … Continue reading
pointless
Kind of ugly and pointless truly (although what I just wrote is all false) I loved making this while this pounds through my head, like some curious feeling of enough :P, yeah and some more of 😛
The Tunnel of Boxes
On that day, the girl was not a quarter of a century old, not even a decade, and something had come from far away, in a giant BOX, something exciting, a package of flowered dresses and books, but even more … Continue reading
Boiling Sludge
So this is the depths I’ve sunk to. So low. So grime-y. I bathe in mud. I eat it. I roll in it. I’d swear by it. “YOU THERE-ERE-ERE-R-R” ouch. “YOU SLIME WORM-ORM-OR” yowzaaeeoo!! whose shouting? “y’see, its not what … Continue reading
The Voice in the Night Sky:
The Voice in the Night Sky: ” If I were to the tell you that this is a tree and those are its roots, and that is its fruit, all of it, would you believe me? If I were to … Continue reading
The Monster Cried Words:
The Monster Cried Words: “If its any consolation- I have become the MONSTER that I’d made you out to be [which you never were, it just SHOWED ME UP]… Not screaming & crying, cuz screaming i can’t cry, crying i … Continue reading
Memories
I grew up near a place like this. (More to be written more when there’s time 🙂 )
Street Fancy
The Street Fancies were made of giant dresses, painted and stiffened with layers and layers of stuff. They worked on a long mechanical spring- wound up they could bounce for hours, in a gentle, stylized, graceful sway. The original makers, … Continue reading
