The Coffee Shop at the End of Memory Lane
Chapter 1: The Return
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Gas Leak
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Applesauceless Week
Lately the nights have an added sparkle, like you could, with your smile, just brighten a whole townhouse. Clean energy for everyone around you.
Internal kid’s toy
Words cannot describe how this is happening in my head. How the silence of the voice doesn't tell how crowded the mind is. If the mind can even be called a s...
Kisses as knives
A man wakes up, and the day is grey; the sky is grey, his eyes are grey, his hair is grey, his humor fits his color. - He puts a grey sweater. Sigh! Time is...
I wonder
What if I wished really strongly that this small piece of wonder could transform into something more? What if I was afraid that I’m rushing ideas, that my dr...
My Teatrical Disaster
My head goes places. It rounds on itself, tries to control the controlling of it. "I need to control myself less, leave it be and stop worrying" "I need to ...
Time’s Arrow Only Marches Forward
It's not art if it just comes out of fear is it? It's just the demons speaking. They tell me that's useless, that I'm powerless, I lack of any effort or let...