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burn house

tragicoptimist — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 03:06:43 +0000

There were four people in the van but no one was speaking. The dirt road below tumbled as it travelled slowly along, shaded by thick pine trees to one side and low, dry brush to the other. Only Jenny could see the bay and the San Juan Islands floating somewhere between the water and the morning mist dispersing. The others were in the back where all the windows were covered. No one was speaking but the sound of the brown van clunking on the uneven dirt road filled the empty silence.

bleached bones

tragicoptimist — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 18:21:17 +0000

he died on tuesday. sick in the head. while he sighed, murmuring lies to the priest that preached, while prevaricating. while his sweat slid salty, clothes soaked with the life him leaving.

send him away and the priest ceases. close the door and she stoops. holding his left hand hard. holding back, his hair grey. in the darkness of a silence. only two consumed candles, scarcely illuminating. his spent gaze. and hard white sheets of marble.

my love, i leave. trapped here inside, i die with his body. you must me forgive, i not able. to live this life until the end. to do after all that infinite fatigue of. returning what i receive : everything.

do do not

tragicoptimist — Sat, 28 May 2011 21:30:44 +0000

do what you want. do not do what you do not want. you do what you want. you do want what you want. you do not want what you do not. do not do what you do want not. do what you do want not what you want not.

test drive

tragicoptimist — Tue, 12 Apr 2011 12:06:04 +0000

rubber to the road, roaring rage : burning. shelby gt and he jet setting arizona afternoon sunbaked desert setting, black and blasting fast. busting past, empty space. dense air, hot and sand. salt white blurring visions blinding, grey strip scissions sections right and left : Lee racing leftlane lest he die – test drive.

he hand heel holding the wheel, right between bottle and gear. whiskey wet his lips, cigarette breath. chuck the butt, had enough : eight years of endless effort, crosscountry constant concrete slabbing. fatigue facing, work waking fifteen hour days exerting. building bridges, making gaps : pissing from pittsburgh to portland, constructing the world. tens of tons a son of steel and stone, unshaven. alone.

coca party

tragicoptimist — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 13:46:34 +0000

a small italian room. in a small italian town. outside of venice. barred door closed, people inside. smoking.