I'm sorry to anyone watching me - I am terribly inconsistent. I write a lot, but I'm always so scared of posting.
But that'll stop. I'm going to try harder. Please bear with me.


The RSPCAWe call it the Green Dream, said the old man, and laughed. His eyes were crescents and the protruding vein on his baldness was a sign of experience.The RSPCA
The small circle of students shuffled forward in their seats; left their conscience hanging on the backrests. Death saturated this small room - this whole facility - but without a word prompt it had been unpalpable. A bad taste, merely. A lingering smell. Now, mental images of clinical cleanliness made the eyes of every young one grey, while the old man continued to smile and adjust his vest to hear the pockets rattle.
Death - he said, and it sounded like a challenge -


RoleplayPut on a pair of surgical gloves. Reflect. This is how you lose yourself. Ego. Inflate. You care for no one. Old school shoes, subcutaneous injections. Stop listening. Head down, walk on, and laugh. Laugh a lot more than suitable, laugh at what is inappropriate. Cackle. Complain about your liver problems. This is how you lose yourself!Roleplay
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I will buy myself a human anatomy book for christmas, and I will lose myself.


Prompts1The City SkylinePrompts1
Up here the world is composed of even edges. The wind is colder, sharper, and smells of overworked photocopiers, leather shoes, fluorescent lamps.
I sit with my feet dangling over the railings into a river of light pollution. Up here he sits with me with folded wings and a paternal smile.
"The city is beautiful at night, don't you think?" He points to the jagged horizon defined by a hundred thousand glowing rectangles, "You complained about the brownness of the sky, now you cannot see it. You were dissastisfied with the taste of the air, now it is crisp. Up here you can see the Yin and Y


Notes on AnatomyComparative Osteology:Notes on Anatomy
The next time I have chicken, I will make a wish by snapping the joined clavicles with someone I love. I now know where to shoot livestock to cause minimal suffering, should that be required, and I will not tell a farmer to first palpate the nuchal crest of his doomed animal before aiming his gun. I ran my hands along what used to be an elepant, what used to be a giraffe, what used to be a cat nine lives ago. I put my face against a horse's skull and tried to whisper requests - to see if it could whisper back and tell me of the great lush pastures on the other side.
I was always told that cane


hublasfor some tiny minutes, i miss seeing you rising naked from the bed. you know, the way you, you, uhm youhublas
tilt your head and smile at me as i rub slumber from my eyes and rob your skin back for some minutes more. i was at peace looking at you drinking water from the bottle,
i miss wondering about the motion of your Adams apple.
+ dear you, do you miss throwing all your sweat-soaked clothes on the floor and run under the rain?
dear you, do you ever realize that being kids means being less fearful of the unknown? &nbs
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