I WILL begin again.. but not at the beginning.
Crazy teenagers have perfect relationships for tragic endings
This story was passed between regular de'Lunula contributor Troy Farah and Hollywood™ director Trevvor Riley. It's short. Read it and get some literature flowing thru those veins.
By the time I arrived at Santa Claus, little remained to indicate that it was once a destination, or for that matter, anything at all.
Seriously, the water is disgusting. No one can even swim in it. You can rent an expensive fucking boat to go around in a circle or you just watch it from the "Tempe Beach Park" which is like some sand and some fucking benches. It's hardly a beach.
I’m sitting here, having just wasted three hours only to remind myself how little I actually know about anything. I’m in awe, once again, at the cyclic nature of humanity, how little has really changed when it comes down to it, and how knowledge is so beautiful.
Somewhere between the millions of years it took these grand canyons to form and what would appear to be the year 2047 there is, the horseman.
It was kind of weird putting bodies in garbage bags. it’s not as easy as you would think, even though most of these animals were less than half my size. And corpses are floppy, which, when you’re trying to gracefully slide a creature that was just euthanized into a 40-gallon trash bag from Home Depot,...
You can finally let out all your secrets and the public will completely embrace you in their enthusiastic, mass media bear hug.
You will need one ounce of diced prickly pear fruit, pulled with your hand from a cactus in a country not lush yet rampant with unseen life. (Just kidding, go to Food City.)