

OnceOnce upon a car ride, my father spoke in hushed tones. He spoke to my cousin, and everyone was sleepy. Once upon a car ride, trucks were whizzing by. I had nothing left to say, worry, or cry about.Once
What was there left to say, really? In the confined quarters of a silver Camry there wasnt very much. I knew the car, knew its smell, knew the contrast of my dark skin to the pale grey fabric lining the inside. I know the voice of my father, speaking in hushed tones, and the voice of my cousin who could never keep it down.
I knew my feeling, or perhaps I didnt. I wasnt sure. I remembered feelings distantl


WaterhouseShe, it is a she he thinks to himself, rises out of the pond slowly. She is wearing a greekish looking thing, very nice, but still unidentifiable. her back is open, leaving a patch of smooth skin open. Why? A two foot long pleco is stuck to it. Thats a new one.Waterhouse
"Whats it's name?" He says quietly.
"Sasha." She says simply, as it slides off.


NoiseSometimes Time Must be Wasted In order for Greatness To become Tangible And sometimes Time That has been Wasted Come to bite us in the –Noise
CRACK
“You didn’t have to kill.” I say shortly.
A raised eyebrow is all I get. I press on.
“You could have just let him be-“
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!
“I did, to late. Killing is all I know.”
A slammed door –
BANG – ANG – BANG!
Some broken glass –
CRACKLE

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Neh? -Foams-
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"She bold as a streetlight, dark and sweet as hash"
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