The most frequent questions I used to get were about how I picked my cities or how I found an apartment or job, or if it were lonely doing what I do. Now, though, with only one city left, the question I get most is, “What’s next?”
I could never fall asleep
with a book on my chest.
I have a hard enough time turning off my senses
Doesn’t it seem like every one is just really, really, really pissed off these days?
“I know where I’ll never be,”
she spits and sputters like an engine underwater
Fred Phelps, the controversial, bile-filled preacher famous for popularizing the phrase, “God Hates Fags”, has died today, March 20th.
In the morning you’ll be a pillar of salt
in the morning you’ll be a crumbled wall