don't judge me.

phones going off.

i was raised by a priest.

he told me that whenever you are saying something truly important there will be something to interrupt you.

by allowing the opportunity to judge others we negate constantly judging ourselves. i feel neither are adequate to the conscious life, the betterment of our being.

or i'm full of asterisks.

when i get bored i toy with people.

i agree with your third statement.

i am terrified that if i don't complicate myself i will become uninteresting to people i seek approval from.

very much enjoyed! thanks for sharing, evan.

whatev.

semi colon.

i wouldn't consider myself photogenic.

most of the time i hide from those taking pictures. the idea of my image being captured is unnaturally unnerving to me.

not that i don't look pretty as hell when they get the shot right.

the shoes were a gift from my sister.

i skateboard. i go through shoes rather quickly.

i've heard that you can tell a lot about someone based on their shoes. thinking about it, i probably judge on a more subconscious level.

i'd enjoy seeing those.

and, also - welcome. glad to have you in the forums.

how are you? how's oregon?

i don't think the ending fits.

it seems as if you're rushing to the conclusion of your piece. allow it to take form.

just my interpretation.

your photography?

in numerology i'm 2.

thanks for reading my fictional stuff, gossip. i appreciate it.

because every once in a while someone is genuinely interested in it and they have interesting things to say. sometimes. every once in a while.

who's into it?

white is not really my color.

i sat
i listened to song
of skillful/unskillful,
the right and the wrong.
i'm in love with a girl
who won't judge me on words.
i'm in love with a girl
who has blood on her shirt.

i sit and i listened.
a silent, sad cull.
i resent the approach of her lips as she bends.
the strength of her loss is lost on us all.
i'm in love with a girl who will die when she's young.

i get mad when the traffic light changes too soon.
if she's not puking blood she can see me by noon.

there's a girl, and i know
my love will outlive her.
i'm down on my knees.
i want her to purr.
i want to feel special in
those delicate eyes.
i can't handle knowing
that she can decide.

but there's blood on the carpet
and blood on her shirt.
i honestly couldn't tell you what's worse.

i wake in a girl's bed
(the girl that i love)
and the covers are torn up,
there's blood on the rug.

she's squirming in pain with a U of M mug.
slipped to her hip,
she is quick with replies.
i'm in love with a girl and i'm watching her die.

i have no contention for all i'm defending.
i'm in love with a girl who has blood on her shirt.
the sun didn't rise in the window this morning.
i'm unwilling to commend and command her to dirt.

it's just death
i keep screaming.
i yell at this girl.
it's not cause i'm angry
it's just cause it hurts.
i'm in love with a girl
with blood on her shirt.

and i see her in sonnets,
i speak her in prayers.
i cry when The Zombies sing
"She's Not There".

used to be our song
as it was for many.
i'm dying of death and my sorrow's uncanny.

no tears in my eyes.
the skies are as bright
as heaven has seen
and in hell they still might.
cause i've seen them too.
i'm broken and faded.

no chip on my shoulder.
my bones are serrated.

i'm in love with a girl that
i've barely dated.
cause she's dying and white-out (and black outs)
won't help me erase it.

a guy walks into a bar.

says to bartender - i want a gin and tonic. bartender obliges.

another man walks up and propositions guy for sex.

guy is straight.

man is scary.

guy denies.

man then asks how his daughter and wife are, and asks if they're still living at "yada yada yada lane".

guy is terrified.

man demands to be bought a drink, and after he drinks it explains that he has 87 minutes to convince him that his child and wife should stay alive or they'll be raped and executed.


i think it's a little scary.