oi oi! |
FleshWe stand under softened spotlights, the priest humming words to be repeated. She speaks her words through a slight smile, the look in her eyes saved for times that mean something. We say we do. I...
Posted by daniel on Fri, 25 May 2007 04:37:00 PST |
i don't even know why i post them. |
ArtThe anniversary of my fathers death hit hard. I sat about in black, running over time we'd shared; what I'd lost. I drafted a novella during this time. It charted filial love, the nature of the onl...
Posted by daniel on Fri, 25 May 2007 04:36:00 PST |
hiya. |
LooksI stand staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, steam marring my reflection. I've changed a lot since I was first with her. You don't notice it until you take the time to actually look, at mome...
Posted by daniel on Fri, 25 May 2007 04:35:00 PST |
oh this is just another writing. |
Just My Mind. The brain is a great tool. Good for all the motor functions, keeping it all in check and so on. The logical side is terrific, great for calculations, information and a no-nonsense approa...
Posted by daniel on Fri, 25 May 2007 04:33:00 PST |
someone called me a gay for writing this one. it's not even me. |
Trains.I decide to sit opposite a man on the train, on one of those seats with the plastic tables, away from the sun, my back to our destination. I slide in opposite, flash some eyebrows like it means...
Posted by daniel on Fri, 25 May 2007 04:32:00 PST |
just a new 500 hundred. nothing special. unless you like it. and then yeah it is pretty cool, y |
You don't want to, but it's the pressure. You get in there and everyone's at it, your partner wants to get at it, expects you to want to get at it. You build yourself up to get at it, no matter what i...
Posted by daniel on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 03:29:00 PST |
old writing. david. |
I wasnt long in my halls. It consisted of four people, five including myself, some low-density fiberboard, unvarnished and garish, some poor decorations - unintentionally overstated. The surroundings ...
Posted by daniel on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 06:42:00 PST |
old writing. homework. |
Her fractured skin bubbling with teenage heat, her eyes likewise with teenage arrogance. So have you done it yet? I ask - casual.I didnt understand it, she blurts, fingering her tie, full wet eyes won...
Posted by daniel on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 06:24:00 PST |
