Wednesday, April 13, 2011The city presented itself to me in varying shades of purple and green and grey, as if Andy Warhol himself had built and decorated each building with Pop-Art precision. I came to consciousness on a deserted street corner, my gaze trained upward on the rusted street sign hanging from the nearest stop light and my shoulders aching under the weight of my monochromatic...

These last few nights have come and gone without my getting much-needed sleep. I lay awake, restless and fidgety, not able to think about important things like when I need to be at work the next day, or what else I have to pack away for my journey to my new home in Colorado; instead, my thoughts flow outward and never come back, leaving me with a buzzing in my head and more confusion than I...

Today, I looked at him, and I saw something different. Something I've never seen or felt before. I can't put my finger on it. It gave me this mental image of mud shifting, walls cracking, gates creaking open. I don't even know what the feeling was. Maybe we're maturing? Maybe, now that high school is over and things are changing, we're changing too? Perhaps this relationship is becoming more than...

I awoke in an upright position, my arms and legs half-numb. Finally able to understand my situation, my stomach flips up into my throat. Bound exquisitely to a straight-backed wooden chair, I take in my surroundings carefully before attempting to struggle myself out of the knots. I'm in a bare room with boarded up windows, and I seem to be the only occupant. The house I can't remember entering...

The nightmares are back. It's becoming increasingly harder to keep myself awake for fear of what lays within my dreams, and my heart flutters at the thought of unconsciousness overtaking me again tonight. I don't know what to do to keep the terrors at bay; for awhile I was certain they were gone. Now that they're back, I'm at a loss for what to do. Try to cope with the grotesque images my...

I arrive at a new destination. A crossroads. Which road do I take? Do I take the road often traveled; Go to school, learn a trade, become a wage slave, retire, wait to die? What happens if I don't? Will the world end, as I have been lead to believe? Will I forget who I am, who I love, who I long to be?What if I take the path less traveled? Where will it lead me?I don't know, but I'm determined to...

Do you believe in flying?I've begun to have dreams about the most odd things. My most recent one involved me sitting motionless in the middle of an empty room, staring at a lit candle. The candle never seemed to fall lower, but it was made out of wax and dripped onto the floor. I was alone in this room, but all around me I could hear voices. They whispered. Their words flew through me, never...

What are you doing after the orgy or the insurrection or whatever?Piers trace edge of the metropolis, penetrating the harbor. Drawing near, it becomesapparent that dozens of bodies are melting into one-another, creating circuitry of pleasure upon the since abandoned conduits of capital. Each night and everywhere, exoskeletons of post-industry are ripped open; buildings are squatted for nights of...

I had a dream about a friend of mine last night.He was sitting in this bathtub with a girl that I despise, and she was naked and he was shirtless. They made a weird symbol together with their hands, and then began kissing.Then they shifted and suddenly his pants were open and she started giving him head.It focused on his face, and then it skipped ahead like a break in a tape and he was panting,...