Love
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The urge came about to take a break from writing. Maybe nail it on the head for a month. Working forty hours a week and writing for another thirty drains the life out of me. It’s what I love, but as the winter months draw in, being exhausted all the time isn’t my idea… Read more
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Cute Japanese girl. English wallflower. Milky lover, sometimes a mother. Fear of water. Fear of wombs. Big eyes and cinema expectation. New York City on her vulva as the revolver in my hand glistens in the rain. Sweetness to ease the weakness as the moon sinks into the lake that drowned your sister. Rapists… Read more
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Come fall into my arms. Taste a little death. See what I am, and never look back. Stick your fingers in, and spread wide all I desire. Show me the way home. Massive like bombs, our collision will spark riots from Kyoto to Berlin. Darkly appearing from the edges of nowhere, there will be no… Read more
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There’s something that persists, and despite the years that have been and gone, my thirst for it hasn’t diminished. Despite the aging of my bones and increased tiredness of this mess that calls itself a life, there’s something just out of reach, and no matter how hard I look for it, it keeps itself… Read more
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All those you love, and all those you hate, dancing behind closed eyes. I’m not happy, and I’m not sad, I’m just waiting for the day when my words fall into place. One day, you’ll walk into my life, and I’ll walk into yours. Others settle for second best, but I’ll have nothing of… Read more
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She sweats dead galaxies through the pores in her nose. She takes off her socks slowly, and as the smoke from my cigarette carries through the window, there’s no way of knowing how this will end. A car crashes through a wormhole she planted with our first kiss. Leaves and trees where once there was… Read more
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Those nights of madness, of music and wine as rain pissed down outside. Those thoughts that couldn’t be contained as my mind raged like a phantom. Take me back to when my blood boiled at the merest mention of his name, and let me remember the fantasies that did their best to ruin me.… Read more
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In the humdrum hours when the faces around me become wallpaper, there’s little to get excited about. The banality of other souls; when the sex on display is nothing more than cheap glitter. It weighs heavy on my heart that the things that give others pleasure make me feel nothing but alienated. The drives and… Read more
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The one thing that saddens me most in life is that I’ll never get the opportunity to place my lips on Winona Ryder’s breasts. I know that’s incredibly shallow, but every time I see her, I imagine the wonders that will always elude me. Just like those far away nebulas, and all those distant planets… Read more
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Flowers shooting roots into damp earth. Neurosis, in full bloom with petals so striking. Oh, such a cute brunette. Oh, those curves, just out of reach and throbbing like veins full of disappearing ink. Sinking in, my breath’s soiled with cigarettes and bottled beer. Beneath her floral dress, she craves what I am. Hitching… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 