On the western front

Time to say
what you
dont really
never wanted
expected anticipated
to mean
Oh Hemingway
you paint so darkly
would you mix a little blue?
I mean
am I asking?
no im more telling
demanding
wanting
yelling
screaming
killing
pillaging you to do so
I mean, is blue that bad?
I thinks its quite
better
nicer
pleasing
prettier than the others
I don’t like Atom bombs
or hydrogen
scuds
torpedos, ill tell you when to butter
that toast
to us, for a better life [...]

Posted at 6:24 pm on February 17, 2008 | leave a comment | Filed Under: Poetry | read on

Now I know why people cry at weddings

“Oh don’t fucking tell me that.” he slammed his fist on the table and looked away. She looked at him scrubbing the plate clean with her anger.
“Yeah, he was better than you, he fucked me so good,” she was grinning wildly now and basking in the pain that shot off him like rays of light.
“I [...]

Posted at 6:20 pm on February 17, 2008 | leave a comment | Filed Under: Short Story | read on

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My writing isn’t for all eyes to see. Alot of it is vulgar, alot of it is edgy, alot of it is grotesque. But for those who understand why, they can truly see what it is thats going on. So I say this as a mild warning that this is not easy reading nor should it be. I don’t write to entertain, thats for sure.

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