note #165

such beautiful things carved from stone, that only the simplest of painted augmentation is needed to create the illusion of life.

note #164

friend: I get a little discouraged when I see all these popular writers on tumblr
friend: 'cause a lot of people like to use elaborate words
friend: and I stick with my to the point writing >>;
me: psh
me: no, don't be discouraged
me: it doesn't matter if you use big words or elaborate plot points or anything
me: a well written story only needs words to tell it
me: and if those words are simple, so be it
me: using language that is too stilted for the story can kill even the best

this is a truth

note #163

paid a lot for disappointment. confirming i'm less than zero in the scheme of things. i'm losing heart in ever doing this again.

note #162

i guess priorities fall where they may, but sometimes it's really depressing to find out you just don't seem to register at all on the scale. welcome to the land of less than zero. u_u

this is a truth.

note #161

the girl is a vampire,
she likes what she sees,
she walks in the daylight
with violent ease.
oh! helena! cherry!
her wine sun kissed lips,
what do i care
when she speaks with her hips?

the girl murders legions,
the rumors go
she's lost,
she's a demon,
frightfully so.
oh! cassidy! anna!
we've all come to see,
to watch with amazement
at just what will be.

the girl is a vampire,
a killer in deeds,
she wanders the twilight
you better pay heed.
oh callus mistake!
that one foolish thing!
to have cross her path
and found that i need
the vampire,
the killer,
a kiss from those lips!
to move together
with those luscious hips!

note #160

the dead lay here, buried under the dirt and stones with weathered markers at their heads. beneath years of silt they dream silent. through the murky depths i wander, slowly swimming among the ghosts of ages past.

note #159

three small boys sat around a nest of blankets, a backpack nestled in the center. three pairs of eyes looked to one another and an unspoken consensus was reached.