Sunday, December 18, 2005

he's writing a novel about the apocalypse

he's about 400 pages into it, wars between devils and angels. it's guaranteed not to justify the dead trees it will be printed on. i kiss her and tell her i love her while jotting on some paper, "this life is not worth living."
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1 comment:

hulia said...

she sighs as her focus turns to the moist spot on her cheek. something that has always bothered her, extra saliva on her skin. it doesn't seem to matter anymore. either this is love or exhaustion. she rolls over, scratches his head, and the tension in her body begins to release. he'll lay next to her when he is ready.

18/12/05 4:20 PM

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