On empathy |
All you wanted was to be alone, and then this moron starts blubbering uncontrollably. "What the fuck is his problem?" you mumbled, staring out the window. The last thing you needed was some fucking so...
Posted by DanZig on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 01:54:00 PST |
On vitality |
01. Organize before they rise!02. They feel no fear, why should you?03. Use your head: cut off theirs.04. Blades don't need reloading.05. Ideal protection=tight clothes, short hair.06. Get up the stai...
Posted by DanZig on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 01:35:00 PST |
On the horror |
He wasn't supposed to be there. But he was and now she had to deal with it as best she could. Using an electric cord, she tied him to the radiator so hard his hands turned white. She didn't care, not ...
Posted by DanZig on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 03:54:00 PST |
On bloody mayhem |
The bullet's trajectory was a matter of heated discussions for days among family and friends. Some argued she was murdered, some she was not. At last her existence had caused ripples, proof that she w...
Posted by DanZig on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 05:04:00 PST |
On fuck all |
In the secret hide-out they waited. For exactly what neither of them knew, nor did they particularly want to know. The waiting was enough. Quite enough. Too much really. They weren't cut out for this ...
Posted by DanZig on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 12:35:00 PST |
On coffee and cigarettes |
The door opened and a bearded man stepped out. Hovering along the pavement, he wasn't bearded anymore, he wasn't even a man. He was she and it and them and us and you. "Why the sad face?" a stranger a...
Posted by DanZig on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 02:56:00 PST |
On the discrepancy |
A girl in suede sat by the road, cigarette in hand, thoughts entangled in smoke. Her blue hair black, absorbed by the endlessness of asphalt and dust. She knew she would never leave this place, it was...
Posted by DanZig on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 02:25:00 PST |
On how woman is the future of man |
"I love you so much it hurts!" "Really?""Well, no. Perhaps it doesn't hurt. It aches somewhat, I guess." "That's--""Okay, it's more like a hangover." &n...
Posted by DanZig on Mon, 21 Aug 2006 02:19:00 PST |
On oh what a glorious feeling |
The danger of heights isn't the height. The danger of depths isn't the depth. The danger of widths isn't the width. It is you.
Posted by DanZig on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 11:21:00 PST |
On the ephemeral objects of desire |
"What's this?" "A present.""For me?" "Yeah. Aren't you gonna open it?!"No. I mean yeah, sure. Of course!" "I have a feeling you're gonna like it."...
Posted by DanZig on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 11:12:00 PST |
