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  • The Panic Attacks

    Alone, truely aloneTragically awaiting the nonexistant endOh, immortal vexationJust stop it, oh, stop itStop wasting me away as I descendLower, into the abyssDesperately grasping at anything that stan

    1 min read
  • A Story About a Postman in a Storeroom Eating Pistachios

    Spoiler! : Well, I like to think that it's an action/adventure story. So does Fletcher. Anyway... Fletcher gently placed the final envelope into his satchel but quickly retracted his hand ...

    5 min read
  • A Story About Clouds

    This isn't really a short story but rather a possible beginning to a story. It's rough, written at 3 in the morning, and the first thing I've been able to ...

    2 min read
  • On The Adolescent Transformation Out Of Restlessness

    Yet another piece of something [born at 3 am]. I don't even know. It comes from a project I'm working on, one that I would like to refrain from revealing ...

    4 min read
  • A Descent Into Madness and How To Escape From It

    Step one is to begin a descent into madness, at least one type of madness. This must be the first and initial descent because to fall downhill, you must at ...

    3 min read
  • The thing about clouds is that they float.

    And at risk of sounding repetitive, they float because that's what clouds do. They look pretty on occasion when the sun sets or rises as the rays hug the ...

    4 min read
  • An obscure metaphor for something

    McDonald's: my first mistake. Then further, the consumption of it [of its products, not the establishment (McDonald's, not the government)] despite my reconsiderations. I opened the box to rev

    1 min read
  • On J. Alfred Prufrock and How He Really Just Needs To Get His Crap Together

    Do not tell me, Oh, to not ask "What is it?" because, dang it, Prufrock, what if some of us just really want to know? You cannot insist and persist ...

    2 min read
  • Another Message From the Cosmos

    It's perfect. Don't bother reviewing it because it's perfect. I'm telling you.

    1 min read
  • I call this one 'snap when it's over'

    omg so deep an emotional whoa guise it's great srsly

    1 min read
  • Renovation
    3 min read
  • of all kinds of "-ships"

    About sailing and floating.

    2 min read
  • You tell me.

    Yeah, whatever.

    1 min read
  • perpetuum mobile

    Sarte got it all wrong.

    1 min read
  • [a writer]

    I wrote this in a bout of severe anger, rather uncharacteristic of me. Unedited.

    5 min read
  • The Extraordinaires

    I actually wrote a short story. Like. A real one. HNNNNG!

    3 min read
  • I'm not a pessimist, I'm a grown-up

    This is a thought about growing up because people make me sad even though I try to be a very happy person.

    5 min read
  • Driving with Potential, or Why I Should Really Get a GPS

    Turns out I can't express emotion without using some far-fetched metaphor or whatever. Current Emotion: Aimless Drifting Alongside a Rain Cloud

    3 min read
  • Unlisted
    1 min read
  • happy

    it's beautiful, try it

    1 min read


Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume?
— Player (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)