July 2012
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“I’ve been making a list of things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t...”
– Neil Gaiman (via wrathchil)
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Lyle's Logs (7/25/12)
[[MORE]]L.A. really was something, and Jeff really is a schmuck who should fuck off and die. He knows that if he really raised his head to Alaizabel right now I’d smack it right the fuck back down, and so he is sticking to stupid, childish barbs, such as calling me Kyle. Whatever…he is a worthless old dick, him and Maris, people like them are born to attempt to ruin other...
My finger tips are permanently stained black from writing, I’m convinced.
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“On the subway today, a man came up to me to start a conversation. He made small...”
– Se7en (via filmspaz)
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Boys Will Be Boys (8:28 PM)
austinjettdillinger:
A wolfish grin appeared on his speckled face, hands deep in the pockets of his faded jeans. “Oh no sir, this ladykiller is not terrified of yer wife…yer sister, yes, I was jus’ merely statin’ that yer wife may or may not be a terror,” white tee-shirt clad shoulders shrugging as his grin turned all the more wolfish. “Besides, bein’ a terror translates t’good, fuckin’ sex…and...
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Boys Will Be Boys (8:28 PM)
austinjettdillinger:
Austin had a mildly boring day of business calls, online meetings, and some failed attempts of cooking before he resorted the the microwave dinner he had before coming over. Blue green eyes scanned the lot as he parked swiftly and efficiently into the spot before he heard his friends voice. He hadn’t seen the man since their little IHOP get together where, admittedly, they...
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Boys Will Be Boys (8:28 PM)
His eyes burned, but that was a pain he was getting used to as it slowly faded away. He still had the nightmares, and they hadn’t gotten any lesser, but calming himself down was getting easier and easier, and the screams were beginning to die down. Glancing down to the street below the fire escape Lyle kicked his legs back and forth, jean clad calves thumping against the rusted metal. He was...
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Horizon (4:49 AM)
Alaizabel was sound asleep, back in their bedroom. She’d already tended to him and gone back to sleep mumbling that she loved him. The scratches on his back ached a bit, but he was used to it. A mark of honor if you asked him, a mark of rough sex if you asked anyone else. Sitting on the fire escape staring out at Florence, soon enough the sun would be cresting over the horizon beating down...
“Poetry is what gets lost in translation.”
– Robert Frost (via thingsandschemes)
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Lyle's Logs (7/13/12)
[[MORE]]Alaizabel came to my appointment today. I have to wonder if this is what she feels like watching me at her appointments, listening to every single word that the doctor says like my life depends on it. I don’t think that I’ve ever been happier to know that she’s my wife.
Sleep is coming easier. Don’t get me wrong I still wake up losing my fucking shit, but...
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“Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget...”
– Neil Gaiman (via mangoachaar)
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