A love story.

A LIFE STORY.

Ancient history.

I just had to write about my favorite pet itch again for Halloween.

A man’s brother is laid to rest…

Memories that don’t even exist anymore.. .

The endless struggle of humanity continued. It didn’t matter how many had died in the past, it didn’t matter how many were dying, or were destined to die, they continued. Some did it for personal gain, some for a cause, though a few, and a growing majority did it because they knew nothing else, because they wanted nothing else. Some could easily place themselves within a category, most didn’t care. Orson, on the other hand, didn’t know for which he was destined, sometimes he thought that he didn’t care, but these small windows of self-enforced bliss never lasted, and he was always forced to tumble back down into a spiral of self-be-wonderment.

I listened to her songs and her laughter, I endured her silent treatment, and I even heard her fear and her lies. The Sound of Carrion… sweet sounds of decay because after you have heard such a siren’s song really what else is there worth listening to?

A story a guy who care and love his best friend…

This is the end, the man I was, am, or even want to be ends in a blood spatter and maybe a lot of chatter; if it ain’t me that is. “Escape Me” are the thoughts of finally escaping call it life or existence depended upon who it is that meets their end.