I need some sleep.


Peradventure an AdventureRian pulled me down a row of cells and we ducked into a narrow alcove. A drunk gazed blearily at us from his cell. "Soldiers," said Rian darkly. "We need to hide," I whispered, looking to him for an idea, but he had gone, and when I turned to look where to, he was locking himself back into his cell. I ran over to him, catching the door before he could pull it shut. "Rian! What are you doing? Get out of there!" Calmly, he asked "Would you kindly give me your armor?" When I didn't move, he insisted, "Hurry, please." He sighed and pulled the helmet off my head as I fumbled with the straps of the jePeradventure an Adventure


avifauna villahis feet are bare and open herringbones of pentecostal bracken like two birds frozen in the nest;avifauna villa
a nametag is lashed upon his breast, wilderness homely and pure, his praline token unsung as he works it like a moat churning honey pinwheels that hibernate between inlets in the heads of children.
names turn their faces, like the shaken joy of turtle dove couplets. only subsidiary bodies- pebbles shamed into the grey-belly well like beasts with bloody noses can


Hardly BreatheWe sat in your bedroom with your dad's record player Drop the needle and scratchy vinyl revolves. I get dizzy watching the music turn You laugh and sometimes still after all these years it brings me up so short and I can hardly breathe Like when you laugh Scribbling down biology homework on your bed The window beside you with the curtain pulled back Two pools of water the color of green glass As the light's shining through it I get drunk looking at them Like when you laugh Those commercial white teeth only peeking out of a half smile It's like the alarmHardly Breathe

| You wouldn't recognize me if you saw me on the street. I'm in my own little planet and love art, comments, writing, hazelnut coffee, physics, my toes, spelling things funetiklee, the Moon, my friends, laughing, snorting, sleep, my graphing calculator, God, spectacular literature, pickles, my English teacher(s), my familee, music, piano, dancing, crabgrass, clover flowers, hugs, the way the school bus smelled, towels, Hershey kisses, grammar, good spelling, my computer, my drawings, my characters (but I'm not sure if it's a reciprocal sentiment), big words, movies, big soft blankets, couches, dogs, gum, bricks, my room, carpet, Big Bird, the sky, including its ridiculousness, secrets, sarcasm, and lots of people. |
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My signature has run away and won't come back, even if I offer it snacks.
~Iluvocnj2006
Founder
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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My signature has run away and won't come back, even if I offer it snacks.
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My signature has run away and won't come back, even if I offer it snacks.
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My signature has run away and won't come back, even if I offer it snacks.
(It's pencil EE work.)
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