

Annah“It’s cold.” She shivered.Annah
It wasn’t, really. The temperature’d dropped in the hour or so since the sun set, which made it just about as cold as July in the desert can be. “Want to go inside?”
“The sky’s too beautiful.”
It was. The moon was bright, not quite full. Out here in the middle of nowhere, without any streetlights or cars, they could see more stars than either knew existed. She shivered again.
He took off his thin button-down over-shirt and put it over her shoulders.
“Thanks.” She inhaled sharply. “What’s your name?” she said quietly.
“Loki.”


What would you name it?It’s no problem when it can just be slept off.What would you name it?
This is how it usually is; lie down for a
few hours, for a few hours
the trouble disappears. What, then,
when there’s no peace to be found in sleep?
When dreams serve only to make the already-bizarre world
still more bizarre, what can be done?
Where I’m going, no amount of cups of warm milk,
blinking LCDs or numbered sheep can help.
This is a place where wake-walking is the exception, where loss of memory and motor function are a blessing not even disguised. Soft focus makes hard truth all the more bearable, i
After a six-month hiatus, I've decided to come back to this devolutionary pit, but under a new name, as most of what I've written under this name is utter shite, and on the whole not worth sorting through. I will, however, pick a few pieces to bring to my new name, which is TYPHOIDMANNY, if you happen to care.
Kthxbye.
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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."
~Charles M. Schulz~
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actually i see you in school whenever you hang out with nea and zuzzi and dave and peoples before second block in the 600's....i stopped by to give nea hot chocolate several times....
ye be a very good poet and that is muchly coolness ^_^....
and that article in the lamp on friday was awesome.
bye bye for now....
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