Part Two I walk back to the bar my feet seem to slightly carry me off the ground. I am being enveloped by a sense of achievement, even though nothing tangible has yet to clearly transpire. It seems that

Εσωστρεφής, μου λένε. "Κάπου έχασα δέκα χρόνια", ψιθυρίζω στο μυαλό μου καθώς ακούω φύλλα να πέφτουν και δέντρα να τσακίζονται, χωρίς να είμαι καν εκεί. Έγινε; Αδιαμφισβήτητα. Το είδε κανείς;

Part One of Two Saturday night. I'm not feeling proper and optimistic these days. Some things pertaining my personal life have gone awry. Losing a bird to your indifference might appear to be the most

A total asshole never feels bad about their doings. As such they are never, wrong-doings. If you come out of a situation wondering what you did wrong, then you are automatically one step ahead of any

The Tenement Master Takes a sponge to his wall Scrubs, curates the firmament clean of dust mites and possum droppings Assumes that a congregation will soon be formed around his newly sourced announcement

, where is that bint?” “She was over there, a parsec ago M'lord, she must have popped outside for a second, I am sure …” “Don’t call me that! She was supposed to be here for the shift-change! What the

old man has warned me about this. The words he picks out of his literary pocket while blurting out his honest description of her situation conjure dreams of godlike quality. I have to admit I am quite

ratitude Forgiveness in the wake of New light A random sound climbs up a vine Into the balcony where I'm sitting Crosslegged Solving crimes yet to be Committed As always, death hangs loose But I'm unable

should see her use a gun. Narrow smile, raised brow Cold sweat runs down my neck Headshot from which I cannot win, my own You should see her use a gun. Rosy fingers stretching over silver triggers Blood

hadn't gotten a decent blow job in ages. On top of that, I had just gotten out of yet another relationship, which had not ended amicably and had left me, once again, panting on the rim of the wishing well.

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comm notifies me once, then another and halts. I've only got a loose pair of cotton pants on. I close the door behind me and race down the stairs. Intense sunlight pushes aggressively against my cornea.

Never bring home stuff to a food fight. Never wrestle the bug bear in your behind. Never rest a cheek upon silicon hubcaps. In the remote event, of external decompression, pray to god you are not dead,

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This was originally written in Greek before Trainspotting 2 came out. This is a narration attributed to lead character Mark Renton as envisioned happening during the ending sequence of Trainspotting (now

First, there is an opportunity, and then, there is betrayal. Moral of the story, ladies and gentlemen. If the stakes are high enough, most modern guys will just jump in there and “have it in your ear.”

Quit bitching about it. This world of uneducated monkeys and compulsive hoarders WILL die. The apex of Maslow's hierarchy of bad deeds is charging at your sphincter. I want you to be pissed off and desperate,

"You've gotta give in order to get, you know?" "Well, what do you give to a total asshole?" "Same as everyone else. Just don't expect to get." "Expectation is a dead

The day before yesterday, at 10 o'clock in the morning, I was standing in front of the entrance of an old apartment block in my hometown. I had a key in my pocket and that key belonged to the front door

A clear cut Milhouse detective Worn jeans, tainted shirt Remnants of countless walls painted While painstakingly waiting for A stakeout To resolve itself into terror via gunshots He says he never took