[Untitled] We say our prayers with sinner’s tongues, touching sinner’s lips Our hallelujahs sound like pagan chants And our raised hands mimic heretical signs Of gods and demons and cursed men We are still waiting for the sky to fall And the sun to darken Where men cry out, and children weep...
[originally posted on 21st Sept 2017 at Sneaky Pete Mafia] A pool player is only as good as his or her cue, and no one knows that better than Willie Blade, a Ukrainian born cue craftsman. Thirty-one years of age, he’s been in the cue-making family...
[caption id="attachment_15872" align="aligncenter" width="775"] photo credit thebadboys.tumblr.com[/caption] I held you in all the places you fell apart I pieced you back together I fit in all the spaces you cannot make whole and I offered you up all the things you had lost...
Have I gone into detail about how things are over now with T and I? Not in a stereotypical, angsty-way, as I am so prone to indulge in, but in a real, final way. I should be happy. Nearly four years of loving someone–caring for someone–who...
I’ve waited four years for justice. Four years for an end. And it’s come in the most unlikely of circumstances. Someone who has, for the past four years, off and on, hurt, used, and abused me, has placed themselves in a very compromising position, and I...
This year has been a repetitive act of my failings, done over and over again. I have had years to get over T–and I am still here, helpless in the pit of my fantasies, my longings, my hopes. Chained down by my fears. Do you remember...