Damn you Warren Ellis! Damn you! XD


Natural DisasterNatural DisasterNatural Disaster
The storm came without warning, Ripping everything not bolted down, And some of the things that were, From where they stood, Scattering them about like rags.
The aftermath of the passing was incredible The walls I carefully built around my home Were rendered into itty bitty bits of rubble Leaving me without any pretense to defense.
But what horrified,
And, yet, inspired awe,
In me was what it took, Not what it destroyed.
For when I searched, I found, Was that all she took was my heart.


LovemakingLovemakingLovemaking
I pull my arms back and stare at her,
As if a shy lover, waiting for consent.
But consent for what? To violate her with my touch?
She is already there before me, her presence her assent.
She is waiting. Looking at me brightly. Pure. White. White. White.
There is no coyness,
No pretense at embarrassment.
There is just the blinking impatience Of one waiting to be used,
Waiting to be painted
In every color,
Painted with violence
And joy
And peace
And sorrow
And everything
In between And in extr


My Friend Charlie The GhostAll my life he had been there, lying on his back in the crawl space under my room. Before I even learned to say mama, I whispered his name through the cracks in the floorboards under my bed.My Friend Charlie The Ghost
Charlie, I would say, pointing my finger at the cold blue eyes that stared right through me. Dust had gathered on his face, and I was always afraid he would sneeze and wake father up, but he never did. Even when I took a deep breath and blew so hard that his eyelashes moved, he never blinked, and when the dust had settled he was still staring at me with those X-ray eyes as if something at the back of my head was holdin


Swish-CthunkToday I went down to the Bureau of Words to trade in my autumn onomatopoeia. Usually I put it off until at least the end of November, but this year the squelch-thud of my boots in the mounds of soggy leaves brought me up sharp. I went home, gathered my dry snaps, crackles and swooshes, as well as the cheerful spthooshk of a water balloon left over from August and headed down to the department. The rain hurried down to meet my umbrella, an excellent winter sound for which I had no words. But that would soon change.Swish-Cthunk
The stooped man at the front desk greeted me with a finger to his lips. "We're running the barnyard tests, so we've g
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98% of the Deviant population does or has tried sticking a statistic in their signature. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
Don't mind me, I'm just insane.
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What's done is done, what's there is there.
What ever happens next, I'll wait and bare!
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