cairnseeker: That night we drifted and slowly rocked apart. Planks from a ship blown to smithereens. We just couldn’t survive the cannon fire. Two different currents took hold and the distance grew. I hit the doldrums, sat silent and still. You the trade winds, gone for another shore.
gr0nk: I wish I had a reason for being fucked up.
I wish I was "unf" material.
Points North: Ctk 11? maybe? →
cairnseeker: The truth is some nights you can’t forget. She took the entire bottle and felt like a kid because of the candy coating. She imagined it was Wonka’s latest creation. Afterward she sat. Waiting. Impatient she cut up pictures and magazines creating scenes that never existed. Impossible worlds and…