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When you loose sleep there's only so long you can go before things become trippy. Where the distinction between dreams and reality becomes faded and you don't know whats real and what isn't.
disclaimer: I wrote this in half an hour, while watching a Freddy Crougar film.
A poem about myself and the things that I have loved and the human race and depression and death. Yep, some pretty big issues here. If you read this, I would love to hear what you think. Thanks bunches!
taken from my book, "Suspended In Suspense"
it's up to you to understand the story and the concepts within...it's not complete yet nor even edited...i'll be uploading the rest when i come up with new ideas...please do let me know what you think of it, as i'm also open for suggestions ! thank you
A song of the downward slant of the human condition.
Poetry | Updated Feb 19, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Probably not my best story but I still enjoyed writing it. It is basically about a man who gets drugged and tied to his bed.
taken from my book,
Battling against hypocrisies, sadomasochism and perfunctory pursuits of pop benchmarks of successes, he refuses the passion-oriented male worldview of karma and lifeâ€™s purposes. Metamorphosed by compassion, that loveâ€™s innocence fills him with, he opts for a journey that takes him...
By Kp Merriweather
Braldt Chelsea begins to doubt his sanity and questions his own reality while on a typical run with his maddening employer.
Short Story | Updated Aug 17, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A narrative about a small town that makes a remorseful mistake.
A personal poem about my relationship!
By Robert Kasch
Warning: R rated horror.
By Gailiel The Bard
A tale about a mysterious stranger, without a name, without an identity, but definitely with a past.
I really have no idea where this nonsence ideas come from. Please take this cookie ---> O ,
to calm yourself after accidentally clicking this link to this bizzare...i don't know what to call it.