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Stolen Quotes

February 21, 2008


  “The Problem with the World is not that everyone sees things differently, but that everyone thinks everyone sees things the same” “We don’t see the World as it is, We see it as we are”                                                                                       Anais Nin  “If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will […]

An UnQuiet Mind

January 31, 2008


Dwelling in a hovel, paying rent to a slug. I never expected to be living the dream, but even the dream where I go to work naked and get eaten by my childhood rabbit would be preferable to the reality right now. I really hope reincarnation is real. I promise not to fuck the next […]


January 22, 2008


I’ll be waiting for you. When you’re hard at work I’ll be prettying myself for when you become free. I’ll take a long slow soak in the tub, cover every inch of me with my fingers, slowly. Continued here

The Eyes on the Train

January 16, 2008


The tall dark-haired beauty had glided down the escalator, weaved snakelike through the crowd, irritated by each of the little people endlessly surrounding her. Public transport was unfamiliar to her, she was used to taking taxis, yet despite the crowd she was able to avoid the usual bumps and sidesteps. Confidence in her beauty empowered […]


January 13, 2008


Carrie stood at the edge of the crowd, nervously pushing her hair back over her ear, her face pretty but anxious. She looked down at herself, checking her clothes one last time as the noise of the crowd, mostly teenage boys, grew. She stood on her toes, stretching up to see above the sea of […]

Advance, Retreat.

January 11, 2008


     Eyes glanced up from the poolside as the pair passed by the palm trees, long slender legs and graceful strides, sun-kissed bodies on display. The rays beat down on the clear water where men shielded their eyes but watched, the smooth motion of lithe bodies move. Splashes and quiet chatter were all that disturbed the tranquil […]

Commuter Dating

January 10, 2008


You’re sitting on the London to Newcastle train late at night, you’re tired and the train is almost deserted. It slowly crawls into Peterborough station, and you stare through the black window into the dim gloom. You hear the sound of paper bags rustling and glance up. I just got on board, tall, slim, long […]