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I walk into my local Chinese food restaurant on my way home from work. I can already feel a pimple forming on my forehead. I mean, the air seems to have weight, and god knows it has odor. It’s like a floating film that attaches itself to you soon as you walk thru the entrance. Bubbling carbohydrates, vitamin drained vegetables are swimming in a stir-fry whirlpool of garlic, scallions, and starch. Genetically altered pieces of meat, injected with government-regulated chemicals are swimming in...

Quite simply there still lives in me an irresistible urge to call you at times, a mad dash if you will. Try to imagine me lying in bed, and at times still rolling over in a half wakened state believing you might be there. Amputees have described such a situation and it is known as a Ghost limb. Yet, after time these moments would pass and I find myself saying phrases like "I'm over it." Now I know you said, "What could there have been to get over." These words careless and reckless, did send...

Within my shackles of loneliness, I find myself a home, And torture within these shackles cold, a world I call my own. They cut my wrist and force my fist to beat a pone my soul, And delve me deep, where daemons weep, in a straight jacket I have sown. So stranded lay, and empty pay, my life hangs on a whim, Like in the womb that held to soon a light once bright now dim. I have a smile; I wear it less, with every rise of summer sun, I cannot find without a chilling breeze, a happy thought but ...

Time and time again to cry, Into my darken plight I pry, and lift my glass to feel subdued, drown away my murky mood, Sit within the dark confines, Of a room surreal sublime, Where I sit alone with glass, And wish my time would quickly pass, From out this hell I call regret, And prey to hell to settle my debt, Leave behind the mistakes of my Father, And indulge in a state where I dare not Bother, Yet with each sip my soul evokes a haunting coax, Where words begin to reel my feelings, And tat...

The sun hadn’t quite set that evening on the harbor; it hadn’t yet fallen below the choppy horizon that would soon become my grave. My ass was hanging on the edge of a peer with a pistol snug in my chest. The beautiful girl holding the paperweight-sized piece of steel within the vicinity of my heart was Madeline Waverly, or at least that’s what she told me her name was. She was fucking ravishing to behold on any night, but tonight was a particular site to take in. Her eye’s are dark, but not...