• Daniel Damian commented on the post, shock 2 years, 4 months ago

    The buses’ windshield was a wet foggy blur, kaleidoscopic my journey into night. I hadn’t slept for three days, but there was still an hour left before I arrived in Brooklyn. I was driving this church bus down what must have been the darkest stretch of road in all of New York City, you couldn’t even call it a city street, it was just a road. I…[Read more]

  • God almighty smite that ignorant asshole in apartment 3. I left him my key for emergencies, and you know what happens, I come home one night and there he is, sitting in my chair, with my face on, watching MY tv.

  • I knew that anything I said would only be used to prove my lack of humanity. The deepest and truest song in my heart would only breathe more heat into the fire.
    Once you’ve been labeled non-human, everything you say is only a mechanical imitation of the humanity of others. There’s only two things I can do now to prove what I am: I can let them…[Read more]

  • When the little hand strained to rise, and the moon shined and the dogs howled, we made no sound.

  • Daniel Damian commented on the post, gazing 5 years, 1 month ago

    In the third row, slightly off to the right, he was
    there again. Every performance, he was there,
    watching her. He brought her roses the first night,
    along with a pomegranate, which he assured her
    was an old theater tradition, pomegranate for the
    new leading lady. He was small, kind, and always
    exceptionally polite. You could…[Read more]

  • Daniel Damian commented on the post, gazing 5 years, 1 month ago

    In the third row, slightly off to the right, he was

    there again. Every performance, he was there,

    watching her. He brought her roses the first night,

    along with a pomegranate, which he assured her

    was an old theater tradition, pomegranate for the

    new leading lady. He was small, kind, and always

    exceptionally polite. You…[Read more]

  • The shattered planks kept me floating at the surface. The skin on my shoulders was all gone now.

  • Daniel Damian commented on the post, gold 5 years, 5 months ago

    All my daughters tend to wear blue on rainy saturdays, jumping and grinding in the west end of town. The food around here is dangerous, your wallet won’t make it, believe me.

  • Mask man how do you keep the sun off your eyes? The holes in your mask are large and cracking open wider. I’ve never seen your pupils so far, not any day we’ve come here have I seen the whites of your eyes.

  • MY ENTRY IS THE MOST DERANGED OF ALL. FUCK ALL OF YOU.

  • Fuck you and your goddamn child. I never wanted you in this house. Whores and beggars and drunks and meth addicts, yes, but you, you can’t even find a god damn watch to save your life. What time is it? What time is it Lydia? That’s what I thought, you cod boiling disgusting wench.

  • Boy aren’t you handsome. Sly and grinny. time has no assurance for this handsomeness i do know/. Have you got a light? I know i know, I should quit, smoking sucks out the oxygen from your face and all that. Just one or two in the evening. I wait till then, and boy, goddamn I feel like I’m on the moon. It’s a feeling alright/ The other drugs are…[Read more]

  • I have no king. This is no village. Peasants and villains and knaves are we. Call me a another name if you will, I have but one. Read the stones, you’ll find my name.

  • Daniel Damian commented on the post, pruned 5 years, 7 months ago

    the sin only made my skin tougher. the sky only made my eyes brighter. Joseph carried the water, and I carried him. The only way out of this country is through the desert, but no one ever makes it out. Can I be the one who breaks this curse, or am I only drying out like the rest.

  • pajamas, and the smell of chestnuts, a boy in his element, but what kind of way was he going. Only the boy has his own knowing. We made it far enough to read the son’s tombstone, but not close enough to the shrieking woman.

  • Swindling your loneliness, I am the center of the game. Pinkerton’s have dull jobs and you make sunshine stain. Between the fact of in and out, only do I find you in my mouth.

  • Daniel Damian commented on the post, spiral 5 years, 7 months ago

    the steep staircase. Brings me fear, the stalker is beyond my shoulder. If I make it out of here alive, I will be a simple gardener, and man of the earth. It didn’t take long for that fantasy to be as it is. Nearly to the bottom, i could smell him behind me. Terror is like gravity, the pull is real.

  • Daniel Damian commented on the post, third 5 years, 7 months ago

    George Washington’s cock was not only made of gold, it was made of the stuff of legends, which admittedly, a cock of gold sounds legendary already, but this one sailed across the Delaware with a burning sword in hand, and his golden cock. Any man who challenged him soon found that even time stood still, for George Washington.

  • jack was only made of the toughest skin and sinews god could give him. Chocked full of grit, must, and curiosity, there was only one direction the wind could take him. Gay ville.

  • Maybe it was the lack of string in my buttons, or the abundance of frost in my skin, that brought me to the only fruitstand in santa monica. the apples were grown in packistan.