Kissoon's Loop

wine that tastes like vinegar at two in the morning; because i am not where i'd hoped i'd be-- though i couldn't tell you whe...

I have never at any point in my life been greater than the sum of my habits. Maybe someday; not tonight; I wait for life to find me. I q...

The following was the last journal entry of one Jason S. Wiley-- purported to have gone mad before both he and his dog went missing. The jo...

your hyperbolic words-- like wraiths interred-- scratch, scratch at my neural pathways: i've never had to eat my own, but with your phra...

boy, you live so far away in your big blue house of yesterdays; boy, you've gotten caught in me-- like a hook in fabric, like a stone in...

Carry your worry in knots... pump new blood through, chasing the demons out through the curve of your knee; into the sea with your lies and ...

What should be tears turns into laughter; would-be fears incite self-slaughter; will I ever grow old, will I father a daughter; I will wa...