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There’s alcohol and drugs and sex and lots of rock ‘n roll. The party music is drowning out and everyone looks a little blue, but she still dances because she feels the low bass reverberating through her body.
» Posted By Circinus On 09.09.2011 @ 9:24 am
He walked out of his small cabin and breathed in the mountain air. Everything feels so vast. So infinite. It was like he exists as a part of something grand, and at the same time, he doesn’t. How much of this can he keep, and how much of this will slip through his fingers?
» Posted By Circinus On 09.08.2011 @ 5:46 am
It’s like a biting insect, a parasitic taste of independence. Not even her shame can stop her from flying this time. Because now, now she is on her own. No boundaries, no fetters. Just her and the open road.
This is her freedom.
» Posted By Circinus On 09.07.2011 @ 5:44 am
She’s like firecrackers and electric lemonade. Her name dances around my tongue in sudden bursts, rolling off like satin and soda fizz. She’s peppermint and toothpaste, and I love her.
» Posted By Circinus On 09.04.2011 @ 12:56 am
Soak up all that glory because the moment is fleeting. You only have one chance to shine and be the center of attention (because the world is fickle, and you’ll be nothing more than dust the day after you become the sensational Voice of your generation). And your face will blend amongst the sea of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
» Posted By Circinus On 09.02.2011 @ 7:24 am
She still thrashes around like a little girl in a temper tantrum. She curses and smokes and cries and wails.And he soaks up all that hurt, all that pain, in the off-chance that she changes.
» Posted By Circinus On 09.01.2011 @ 7:05 pm
I was walking along the avenue, the street where we used to play as kids. I remember how your face shown as streetlights hit us in the late afternoons. It’s a nostalgic feeling.
» Posted By Circinus On 08.31.2011 @ 9:30 pm
He offers the world his heart, bleeding and trampled; splintered with tiny cracks. Dusty and gray from the smoke. Black as heroin tar. He offers his heart in their first debut album, and the world loved him for his brokenness.
» Posted By Circinus On 08.31.2011 @ 8:53 am
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There are many things that I can compare this wispy, cool fog to. Her misty soul, or the way her gunmetal eyes spoke of blue storms and hazy memories. She’s invisibility in freedom.
» Posted By Circinus On 08.30.2011 @ 12:45 am