• tammie commented on the post, professional 7 years ago

    Professional heartbreaker, loveshaker, cuntlicker. Luce had an aversion to anyone coming into her, but loved to curl her fingers into all of you, leaving the scars from her fingernails within your walls. She […]

  • tammie commented on the post, step 7 years, 7 months ago

    Upwards. Forever upwards. Rise over run. Energy expended in vertical motion, then rest. A step is a symbol for our efforts to move forward, upwards. I have an image of what is at the peak of the world but I will need to climb to reach it.

  • tammie commented on the post, digital 7 years, 12 months ago

    You know I never believed in 0s and 1s. There was emptiness and there was something. I’ve never understood information technology — it doesn’t make sense to me how little lines in chips could make all these wonderful things that so improve human life.

  • tammie commented on the post, however 8 years ago

    I love using the word however. It makes writing essays so very easy and conveys everything that needs to be conveyed by a useless, filler word that makes you sound more intelligent. However is a backtrack that isn’t really going back but distracting you from the fact that you’re never going to go back to […]

  • tammie commented on the post, revolt 8 years, 1 month ago

    I would raise my arms all around you, hear the smoke whisper and sing. The blood and everything dark would mingle so that I could be with you. I would bring down an army in your name, revolt against anyone who wants to stand in our way and control our souls which intertwine into the […]

  • tammie commented on the post, fangs 8 years, 4 months ago

    I don’t believe in vampires or werewolves. There are scarier things that sneak about in the nightness of your mind. People with fangs in the form of guns, hate, too little to do.

  • tammie commented on the post, telescope 8 years, 5 months ago

    My father has a telescope in the garage. It’s covered by a black velvet cloth, and if you put rhinestones in it, and gazed up at it, I think it would make a good night sky.

  • tammie commented on the post, sweater 8 years, 5 months ago

    There they are, the little business school drones in their V-neck sweaters. Some wear collars, some don’t. I’m simultaneously trying to be one of them and lookiing with disdain upon this world of fake smiles.

  • tammie commented on the post, tallest 8 years, 5 months ago

    I swear these words are getting worse. He was the tallest man there, so tall in fact, that he had to stoop to stay inside buildings. He’d die at a young age because to be the -est of anything is a sure sign of a young death.

  • tammie commented on the post, schedule 8 years, 5 months ago

    If I have dreams, then this schedule will kill them. I squashed between the minutes, like a bug between bookshelves. Another obligation looms in fron of me like a mountain made of letter s and words. Whoa am I beyond all this?

  • tammie commented on the post, waiter 8 years, 5 months ago

    I don’t know what to say to him when he drops off the check and looks at me expectantly. I don’t have the money to pay and I don’t have the slikness of tongue to make him go away. I would run, but my feet won’t let me.

  • tammie commented on the post, motel 8 years, 6 months ago

    Hotel, motel — does it make a difference. The story ends the same. You are both inhaling, ingesting, injecting from the cut stuff on the table and then you roll around in bed pretending that it means something.