Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "jan"
Cashmere Cat
I have so many things to do but not one of them is you. I don't want a reckoning of any sort, not interested, I want an awakening.
As you can see, Fourth Wall doesn't mean much to me, I don't care about it anymore. I want to break down all the walls there are, especially the Wall of Jericho.
Everyone wants to leave an impression on me. I am only looking to impress you and impress upon you the importance of you.
My days do not even belong to me
but my nights,
my nights are only for you.
As you can see, Fourth Wall doesn't mean much to me, I don't care about it anymore. I want to break down all the walls there are, especially the Wall of Jericho.
Everyone wants to leave an impression on me. I am only looking to impress you and impress upon you the importance of you.
My days do not even belong to me
but my nights,
my nights are only for you.
Beautiful Death. Robert M Ball
In a bare room dusty with longings, she pulled a hard chair made of oak and thistle, in the middle of her space, making him sit down on it, the ungraceful chair trembling with their mingled thoughts.
She moved down his arms, firmly setting them by his sides that became warm by her resentment. She tied a glistening lobster bib around his neck, her movements made slender by her fingertips.
Then she fed him his own words, one by one spooning them in, poisoning him slowly. Words he was crazy enough to give her in their quiet moments.
The truth was, he had only given her his words simply because she had asked him.
Next, she tossed, upturned and then upended an entire barbecue sauce (her own recipe) bottle, pouring all of it on his face, his mouth parting open in protest.
She watched it go all the way down his throat.
He wasn't pinned, he could move. He didn't, neither did she.
They both burned. Both of them. But for very different reasons.
She moved down his arms, firmly setting them by his sides that became warm by her resentment. She tied a glistening lobster bib around his neck, her movements made slender by her fingertips.
Then she fed him his own words, one by one spooning them in, poisoning him slowly. Words he was crazy enough to give her in their quiet moments.
The truth was, he had only given her his words simply because she had asked him.
Next, she tossed, upturned and then upended an entire barbecue sauce (her own recipe) bottle, pouring all of it on his face, his mouth parting open in protest.
She watched it go all the way down his throat.
He wasn't pinned, he could move. He didn't, neither did she.
They both burned. Both of them. But for very different reasons.
Hasan's Crib
Vaudevillian
To exit the stage on the day of arrival, to leave so unceremoniously, on the same day of your debut is almost like exonerating yourself.
You suborn yourself into an unbirth which is admittedly a greater boon than death. Because what a misfortune it was to be born, what a fuckin' tragedy, being alive greatest of all calamities. We had better things to do, other places to be.
Drop the script, abandon the spotlights and walk away right now. Exeunt yourself from this play and walk out the exit glowing red.
This life a bigger play, the world a grander stage and people better actors.
To exit the stage on the day of arrival, to leave so unceremoniously, on the same day of your debut is almost like exonerating yourself.
You suborn yourself into an unbirth which is admittedly a greater boon than death. Because what a misfortune it was to be born, what a fuckin' tragedy, being alive greatest of all calamities. We had better things to do, other places to be.
Drop the script, abandon the spotlights and walk away right now. Exeunt yourself from this play and walk out the exit glowing red.
This life a bigger play, the world a grander stage and people better actors.
Sara Kiesling
I rescind
I rescind
I rescind
I doth protest
I doth protest
I doth protest
" Don't forfeit."
"I won't," she said.
But he could tell she really didn't know what he was talking about, had no idea and clearly she no longer cared.
He wanted her to assoilzie him and she obliged him.
But to forgive is to forget
and she had already forgiven her tomorrow.
I rescind
I rescind
I doth protest
I doth protest
I doth protest
" Don't forfeit."
"I won't," she said.
But he could tell she really didn't know what he was talking about, had no idea and clearly she no longer cared.
He wanted her to assoilzie him and she obliged him.
But to forgive is to forget
and she had already forgiven her tomorrow.
Jessyka cheyenne guarapuva
In a bare room dusty with longings, she pulled a hard chair made of oak and thistle in the middle of her space, making him sit down on it, the ungraceful chair trembling with their mingled thoughts.
She moved down his arms, firmly setting them by his sides that became warm by her resentment. She tied a glistening lobster bib around his neck, her movements made slender by her fingertips.
Then she fed him his own words, one by one spooning them in, poisoning him slowly.
Words he was crazy enough to give her in quieter moments. The truth was, he had only given her his words simply because she had asked him.
Next, she tossed, upturned and then upended an entire barbecue sauce (her own recipe) bottle, pouring all of it on his face, his mouth parting open in protest.
She watched it go all the way down his throat. He wasn't pinned, he could move. He didn't, neither did she.
They both burned. But for different reasons.
She moved down his arms, firmly setting them by his sides that became warm by her resentment. She tied a glistening lobster bib around his neck, her movements made slender by her fingertips.
Then she fed him his own words, one by one spooning them in, poisoning him slowly.
Words he was crazy enough to give her in quieter moments. The truth was, he had only given her his words simply because she had asked him.
Next, she tossed, upturned and then upended an entire barbecue sauce (her own recipe) bottle, pouring all of it on his face, his mouth parting open in protest.
She watched it go all the way down his throat. He wasn't pinned, he could move. He didn't, neither did she.
They both burned. But for different reasons.
