Brandon [Class A Felon]

"I am ready for whatever's coming. I expect nothing but to be let down or turned away. I am alone. Goddamn. The shit hurts sometimes, but I realize what I am, what I have become. The alien man waved his arms up and down and noticed that he couldn't wave in the right language so he stopped.”
"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."
Taylor P. Ross 4/9/08<3
& I wouldn't want it any other way
Taylor was here :D 5/22/08 i love you so much baby!<33
Taylor was here again 6/9/08.
Happy 2 months sweetie! You mean so much to me & i love you very much, and yes more than you love me :)<3
Taylor was here again, again ahah 8/9/08.
4 months and i couldnt be any happier with you. Your the love of my life and i love you with all my heart <3
Harbinger When the world ends, white dust will fill the air like the curtain at the end of a play. A rain of desperate bodies will fall from the windows of burning buildings, drumming the concrete below. Men with splinters in their eyes will stumble through streets choked with debris; women clutching babies will pick through the rubble and tear out their hair. Our generation will go to its grave shouting its last words into a cell phone.
Or perhaps it will arrive as a thief in the night, step by invisible step. Factories will disappear overseas and corporations vanish into thin air, taking jobs and retirement funds with them. Cities dying from the inside out will spread like ringworm, the shrapnel spray of suburbs slicing through forest and field. Wars will reach from continent to continent and neighborhood to neighborhood-the terrorists who won't make peace against the horrorists who enforce it at any price, who keep trying to impose harmony between oppressed and oppressor with fear and firepower. Tides will rise with global warming, acid rains fall with the last of the redwoods, computer systems crash with stocks and stock markets....until one day everyone has cancer.
Or else nothing will happen at all, business will continue as usual: prison guards pace concrete tombs, psychiatrists contemplate madness, demons glare from the eyes of ministers, consumers are bought and sold in the marketplace. It's after the end of the world, whispers the homeless man on the corner-don't you know that yet?
Others,mysterious and knowing, who have held themselves aloof from the discussion until now, finally interject: "Which world?