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reasons for everything.
in Open 1w 11h ago
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in Paintings 1w 14h ago
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in Books/Novels on 7/5/08
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in Paintings on 7/5/08
Grievances...Grievances Aren’t Conceived, They’re Earned   
 
 
He’s got stale bread in his pockets  he’s going to burn it all to the ground  incarcerated and stamped on his grave  he’s building a new contrition  made of pointed fingers and sticks and stones  he’s a saint and a sinner and a lover and a fighter  I don’t believe in God, he says, I don’t believe  in me. I don’t believe in happily ever afters  metallic structures or melting ice cream.   
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“Hallelujah,” he says, words tied up that he can’t compensate Grievances...
in General Fiction on 7/4/08
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in Pages on 6/30/08
CATARACTS: chapter XI’m walking around the building aimlessly to think. I just... I just don’t get it. As much as I hate to admit it... Spencer... is right. He can do whatever the hell he wants. It’s none of my damn business. Why do I care? So he fucked someone. He’s fucked lots of people, I imagine... But it’s not fair. He’s my roommate. He’s... he’s... touched me and kissed me before anybody else here... but he’s never...   
What the hell am I thinking!? There’s no way I’d ever-- but--   
“Aaaargh,” I groan and hit my head on the wall. I pound a fist. Why the hell is this so c CATARACTS: chapter X
in General Fiction on 6/20/08
CATARACTS: chapter VIV
in General Fiction on 6/20/08
CATARACTS: chapter VIII
in General Fiction on 6/20/08
CATARACTS chapter VIII’m wandering around, bored, ditching that stupid art therapy class (Ms. Carra is out to get me, I know it...) and some asshole runs into me in the halls. We both trip. Ugh, great. My face to the floor isn’t exactly my idea of adventure.   
“Watch where you’re going, dumbass!” I yell, shaking myself.   
“S-s-s-s-sorry...” they stutter pathetically.   
I open my eyes to look at the jackass. Bentz.   
“H-h-h-here... d-do you n-need h-help...?” he asks and offers a hand.   
I glare at him, craving to incinerate his hand with lasers that would shoot fro CATARACTS chapter VII
in General Fiction on 6/20/08
prelude
in Strips on 6/20/08
TRAINwall
in Miscellaneous on 6/16/08
::-train
in Paintings on 6/16/08
quick doodle 2
in Animals on 6/15/08
quick doodle 1
in Paintings on 6/14/08
::The Dresden CodexI. The Prisoner   
Derailed and shackled, the prisoner speaks this verse:  “t’would be marked on sands of time, withered winds  and flames of wine; which would be painted  in sunsets and cast in dawns and draped in  silver afternoons? beyond the anthills and desert planes,  through tumbling waters and galleon sailor strains  in the sweat of his brow and the pulse of my heart  in the connections of the planets when they  align with the stars: maple ruses  and autumn strings: washed away chords  and the eagle’s wings; you’ve shook me,  you shake me, you kicked ::The Dresden Codex
in Open on 6/10/08
CATARACTS: chapter VI
in Erotic on 6/6/08
last chance to lose control
in Drawings on 6/5/08
salted ring of night fatigue
in Flowers & Plants on 6/1/08
the night eclipsed
in Birds on 6/1/08
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