Motivation. CH1. |
Prologue These are the original writings that now compose the Non-Believer's Bible. They are composed of my unaltered diary entries and chronicle my earliest interactions with God. As well as bein...
Posted by on Sat, 15 May 2010 08:29:00 GMT |
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open up the mind like a bright bloody scream in the middle of the night let the eyes bulge and burst and tear from the skullsink your teethgrunting and pushing and the blood squirting on your faceshak...
Posted by on Sat, 15 May 2010 08:27:00 GMT |
The Reason Why It's Not That Sad If I Die |
I was working as a window cleaner at the time. I wasn't very good at it, but I wasn't very good at anything and it paid better than most things. Plus I worked with a friend of mine, a real Italia...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Apr 2010 14:17:00 GMT |
Tragedy |
The first time I heard it I was on an emergency job. I was unemployed and had been called in by a friend to help clear a tree off of a dead body. The tree was two or three stories tall and had f...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Mar 2010 16:36:00 GMT |
Victory, for Lack of a Better Term. |
Thomas "No shit" Jackson laid in bed. His mind murmered and rambled while his eyelids slid silently together. His muscles were gnarled and tight, his face hot, aching, purple fat. Swollen, creaki...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jan 2010 19:44:00 GMT |
Abra Cadabra You're Fucking Married |
He was raised by hate. In ugly, stupid places by ugly, stupid people and it had twisted him into something that was killing itself. Too many ass kickings. Too many mean streak, dumb shit teachers...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jan 2010 16:20:00 GMT |
Didn't Have the Heart to Name It. |
You have to be enoughwithout Jesuswithout famewithout childrenyour wife will dieyour husbandand you will have tobe enoughyour friends will scatterthey willdieyour childrenwill become their ownthey wil...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Nov 2009 07:01:00 GMT |
What's the Oppisite of Mount Rushmore? |
Richard Nixon awoke to find he was restrained. He pulled against the leather straps that held him in to no avail. He was confused, his mind sputtering and tripping over itself as it tried to accept ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Nov 2009 20:24:00 GMT |
Goodbye Bobby Kruse, I'm Sorry That You Killed Yourself. |
When you saw Sammy, when you shook his hand, you felt like you knew everything there was to know about him. He was a working man, rough hands, faint stubble, his muscles long and tested by a...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:45:00 GMT |
I like the way these sound. |
Majestyspit blood in the face of everythingclench your teethand let it spatter through the cracksin your smilerun screaming through the fires of suicidestare deathlike knives of light riping through t...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Sep 2009 19:01:00 GMT |
