My Writings

The Apartment

The apartment is quiet, the silence is often broken by the sounds of mice scurrying and crows cawing. Nobody has entered this apartment in decades and nobody has left, but someone still remains.

Goo

I am simply just a flesh sack of bones, red juice, jelly lumps, maggots, and green goo. I sluggishly drag around the world taking in all of its imperfections, hate, evil, and horror that earth has to offer. We are all just sacks of blood and meat with no reason or purpose to be on this earth, the people who think they matter or can make a difference such as myself are just scared of this cruel world.