This is my first post so go a little easy on me, I haven’t quite grasped this whole blogging thing yet so cut me some slack if my writing is a tad choppy. 454 more words
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Yeah, let the vitriol fly fanboys (and girls). See, I still do this weird arcane thing at night. No, not THAT weird, arcane thing. That comes later. 1,029 more words
I owe my father more than just quitting. I want to be a quitter.
I want to sink into that dark, heavy grease of depression and death: the tarry substance that lies in the night sky between stars; the space without life or oxygen or gravity that is as cold as Absolute Zero and eats feelings for breakfast, leaving you unburdened with things like grief and fear and the other fabrics of human emotion. 569 more words