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I had a surprise"Henry, I'm home!". My wife was just getting home from work. It was 6 in the evening and I could hear her heels striking the hardwood floor inside the front porch as she slipped off her shoes and then hung her overcoat over the rail-end before coming upstairs to see me. She whistled the tune of some French chanson as she swayed herself to the second floor.I had a surprise
"Oh! Good evening honey! Why don't you just, just stay down in the living room for awhile? I've got a little surprise for you darling!" I shouted back. Of course I had no surprise prepared for Liza, nor would she believe I had since this was a far too frequent occurrence in our
by ~jhrh
the monsterthere is a monster in my closet and it moves when the lights go out. clothes hangers rattle about the cold metal bar that sits alone in the dark just as i do, the hardwood floor creaks, instantly splits like frozen ice in the winter, paint chips and peels from the walls like dead skin, and silence becomes a boisterous sound.the monster
you are a monster in my closet late at night when i cannot sleep, or think, or dream, or write. i would like to go out for coffee with you, and to smoke silly cigarettes and to s
by ~jhrh
sun sets morning frost on firesunrise rolls over my eyelids piercing my sight - a vicious stab inside my head. the aroma of alcohol escapes from my soul, sneaks itself between my teeth, and fills the air around me. my fingers smell of cigarettes - nails a dingy shade of yellow, a circular scab on my pointer.sun sets morning frost on fire
the frosty panes melt into the frozen earth, traffic passes, refrigerators buzz, i roll out of bed.
it is morning.
by ~jhrh
With Harold, Some Things StickHarold paces joyfully behind his stainless steel work bench, his hands running from his pockets to coffee pots to muffin racks, and eyes glancing steadily from the tiles beneath his prodigious boots to passing customers. His work outfit is perfectly pressed and hair parted precisely down the center of his scalp making him appear as an almost flawless formality. Harold likes this. Harold has a mustache resembling a thick, furry orange slice, which sits slightly uneven to the left side of his face but he doesn't mind. His father taught him to shave when he was just ten years old right before leaving him and his mother. Since then Harold has notWith Harold, Some Things Stick
by ~jhrh
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one way or anotheryou would only let a girl grab at your cock if you considered her an intellectual well except on your birthday, anything went. it was like a horny celebration you would climb through their windows and shed your mud covered boots; rip off their clothes, strangle them with your shoelaces, and give them new garbage bag dresses you'd go back home every night and have a liquor revolution i'd dig my fingernails into my hips while i slouched up against the wall, watching you.one way or another
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- Current Residence: on the rocks
- Interests: black coffee, highways, polariod pictures, salt shakers, & pretty girls
- Favourite movie: good ones.
- Favourite band or musician: rararaara
- Favourite poet or writer: rararararaaa
- Favourite game: dominos
- Personal Quote: stay true to yer shoes.
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