She had this dream that she shared with him because she wanted to share everything with him and he confided in her that he had the same dream as well. She was pleased and not very surprised because they were always on the same level of consciousness, so much that she considered the two of [...]
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Psychic Wide Hurt Open Spaces
Posted in i die, love on June 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Unequally Yoked: Murderer and Victim
Posted in i die on January 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Death is so intimate, they both agreed.
She stood before her vanity, brushing her hair in her long white nightgown, the way she did everynight, with the lights off and the window open just a crack. She looked so pure at night, with no makeup on, when through darkness you couldn’t see that she had [...]
A 5 Minute Study on Pretentiousness Followed by a 30 Second Observation on Corresponding Linguistics
Posted in i die, you die on August 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It occurred to her, one lazy August afternoon, while sitting in Mariah Carey’s luxury penthouse apartment, that she was incredibly pretentious.
The pretentious one being herself, and not Mariah Carey, of course.
Careful not to be nosy or intrude on any personal space or belongings, she quickly scanned the room for spelling errors, of which she found [...]
Ritual in Transfigured Time, Maya Deren, 1946
Posted in i die on August 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Wunderkind Burnout
Posted in i die on June 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Know thyself? If I knew myself I’d run away.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
She often spent too much time telling people all the parts of herself that she probably shouldn’t. Night after night, she logged long hours in front of fireplaces or atop bar-stools the world over, confessing her startling memories of sex, drugs, and [...]
