Please just let me take your picture...

please, please, please..



Good Morning Captain

Let me in, the voice cried softly,
from outside the wooden door.
Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance,
Blood stained the icy wall of the shore.

I'm the only one left. The storm, took them all,
He managed as he tried to stand.
The tears ran down his face.
Please, it's cold.

I'm sorry...
...and I miss you.

I miss you.
I've grown taller now.
I want the police to be notified.
I'll make it up to you,
I swear, I'll make it up to you.



There will be blood.-

Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour.

Yo don't work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and. . . . . . . . . the lost is too empty to share.
-Mark Z. Danielewski



They change the name of my road,
i didn't like it but i didn't say anything.
My mom stop making me my favorite food,
i didn't like it but i didn't say anything.
They broke my car again,
i didn't like it but i didn't say anything.
You stop calling,
i didn't like it but i didn't say anything as well.