Phase 6I know how to lose myself in music. To dissolve my soul in the sound like Rufies in Everclear. My fingers caress the keys and my instrument answers my call. The droplets of sound effervesce through my ears and I recall tears I can't afford to shed. I can feel music writhe from my heart to my hands, while every sound bubble lands and caresses my brain. My lips part to release the first of a yearning, grinding melody, trying in it to recall her…Phase 6
I used to sing with her. Our voices were beautiful together; her dulcet tones or driving power melding with my growlin
Phase 0Move-in day. I had never met either roommate before; just went with the lottery and prayed intermittently. I knew that one was somewhat excitable by the way he spoke in emails; the other was reasonable enough. It was the former I met first.Phase 0
"Hi!" He poked his head out of his room with a smile like a chipmunk. I had not expected him to be so… young-looking. He wasn't young; I knew that from the email the school had sent. But he looked like it.
He introduced himself to me and pointed me to the fruit punch he was making. It was
HereContemplating the eeriness of "here," I stare at a light post. Light post. Two words, nine letters, derived from machinery Carefully arranged into intricate patterns Because we thought it might be good If our options were greater than sex, food, and shelter.Here
Contemplating the starkness of "here," I stare at a tree. It's a piece of living carpentry, staring back at me Through knots. Knots, that are frequently the result of microbes, Not all of which we can yet see, Invisible things that dictate whether or not anything else lives.
Contemplating the a
Phase Cake"I made a cake!"Phase Cake
Let me be perfectly honest - I cannot say I had ever seen another human being as proud of himself as he was in the moment he very nearly made an imprint of my face in the icing. I looked up from the video game I was playing and glanced at him. "And your shirt is off why?"
He blinked a few times, not seeming to understand, then looked down at his bare chest. The red oven mitts on his hands somehow fit the picture. Why he was still wearing them after the cake had been successfully put on a plate, I don't think I'll ever know. He looked back at me,
There Must Be a Way
Distracted
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im new.
:DD: we only have this moment!!!
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emerging from oblivion
a scream of light
a shiver of sound
just a whisper and a buckle
in the windowpane of time
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I've found, in my years here on Earth, that it is difficult to do anything without a spine, most especially to stand on your own two feet.
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emerging from oblivion
a scream of light
a shiver of sound
just a whisper and a buckle
in the windowpane of time
You're back after so long!
Well actually you've been about, but you MERCILESSLY ASSAULTED MY POST
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YERMOM
SirBayer here.
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YERMOM
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I've found, in my years here on Earth, that it is difficult to do anything without a spine, most especially to stand on your own two feet.
Teeeeerrrriiibbbllllee.
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YERMOM
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