Author Archives: Riley
To buy the truth and sell a lie, The last mistake before you die. So don’t forget to breathe tonight. Tonight’s the last, so say goodbye. My grandpa died. He was my rock, my best friend, and a father I … Continue reading
Ghost in the graveyard, now run and hide. Or join her at the Devil’s side. Light strikes at a slant. The air is heavy with the familiar. Deja vu, like a seizure, rocks my brain and then I feel it. … Continue reading
Need to get the fucking fuck out of the paganism tag. Edited for spellinh. Am a bit drunk.
I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us. I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us. I hope the fences we mended fall down … Continue reading
So here I am with a long dark tea time of the soul. Green tea, decaf, a bit of milk, way too much sugar. Everything is lost. There are no stars by which to guide this boat. The sun set … Continue reading
The universe spoke. It said a lot of things, but the gist of it was as follows: fuck you. Fuck you, fuck your feelings, fuck your thoughts, fuck everything that makes you who you are. Fuck you for being here, … Continue reading
Yes, I’m alive (not that anyone cares). No, I will not be posting here any time in the near future. I figured it out. Only a few months and I figured it out.