Dark humor, space shenanigans, evil corporations. Oh, and a Murderbot.
What does it mean to be free? Spoken word poetry.
So we are still telling stories and we are still reading them.
I will live my whole life trying to capture the ephemeral. I will stretch our few seconds into eternities.
Ann Patchett calls this book “a universal donor –I would recommend it to anyone, everyone”. I agree.
I may say that hallucinations and delusions are positively parasitic, but let it never be said I denounced all flights of fantasy.
More room for regrets. Give me your thoughts, as I seem to have none.
dreaming the way your lips touched my lips in a kiss,
praying for all our dreams as they built what we wish
silence speaks nothing — To be consumed by words until they come stumbling out, arranged and resonant, unwilling to bow to the closure of strict lips. What is that? Where is it– I’ve written copies, and rallies, and letters YET none of the words that reside in me have my heart, and I’m— Scared. SCARED…
What if the Devil doesn’t know he’s the Devil? – Cathrine Goldstein, The Letting