A Bridge Paved in Colour
The jukebox across the way played the Beatles in earnest, as though it eagerly wished the world to dance. Inside the grey walls of the Donatello Complex, though the sound spilled like syrup under battered doors, nobody seemed much moved by that rock...
Leon's Poem
Leon's Poem Everything is manufactured, Life has become a satire for emptyness, A series of fabricated events that repeat, From one person to the next. Nothing is original, Nothing will ever be original, Except maybe the person reading...
Living
Life is like a river, constantly flowing, Life is like a tree, constantly growing. Life is like the desert, constantly changing, Life is like the oceans, constantly re-arranging, Life is accepting, both others and yourself, Life is understanding, and...
[story] How it ends...
-jaska and lana take off running- -speedwalk thru science lab as not to break anything- -jaska runs thru basement; lana noes the fuck out- j- hey! that's cheating!! l- -on stairs; jumps banister, cuts j off- twelve years of gymnastics, bitch!