May 30, 2010

athwart

I think one of the main reasons I've stopped writing is that I stay in my head all day, thinking and daydreaming and wasting all that creative mojo.
Yes, I carry a notebook with me and I have Word on my phone... but sometimes I just think. And that's that.

May 29, 2010

chloroquine

Dated March 22, 2010 (Slow day at work; decided to write):
Your skin is flawless
A lake of silenced water
Beyond Perfection

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She found nothing spectacular about her actions. As the fists hurdled toward her, she'd close her eyes and move, her body responding so naturally. Cries erupted as limbs were snapped, bruises delivered; her opponents would simply crumble.
A lethal beauty, often described as having a demeanor like water-- at times, calm and still, yet raging and unforgiving when disturbed.
It perplexed those around her. How could someone be so enigmatic? Close details were unknown. Rumors were rampant.
She's a genetic experiment.
She was raised by Buddhist monks.
She singlehandedly took down a small army.
She knows where Jimmy Hoffa is.


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The two pieces aren't related-- just something I typed up on my phone (Microsoft Word on my phone? Yes, please). Three years ago I promised myself I'd write more but couldn't move my fingers from underneath a vicious and unrelenting Writer's Block.
To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing here and I can't tell you (whoever the hell you are) what to expect.

May 28, 2010

Reboot

...


Aw, fuck.