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“I have gained this by philosophy … I do without being ordered what some are constrained to do by their fear of the law.” ― Aristotle I don’t understand fucking people.  I just don’t.  More than once I’ve wanted to leave this town but I keep finding reason to stay....

“Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.” ― Bram Stoker, Dracula   “It’s fucking raining so hard, it reminds me of when we...

“And now…farewell to kindness, humanity and gratitude. I have substituted myself for Providence in rewarding the good; may the god of vengeance now yield me his place to punish the wicked.” ― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo Kali sat outside in the dark packing her pipe.  She was on...

“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”― Jonathan Safran Foer — Jonathan Safran Foer   Liam had turned to her in the night.  He was reaching for her, pulling at her hungrily, his mouth seeking her body. “Liam!” Kali giggled sleepily, pushing at his chest.  “Greedy!...

“Bloodlust – the disease that makes us the monsters we are known to be; it is what wipes away the last of our humanity.” ― Daniele Lanzarotta   Kali watched the man as he slid away from her and got up off the bed.  What was his name?  Joel?  Jimmy?  Jimmy....

  Pride   “We are rarely proud when we are alone.” ― Voltaire   Kali stood on the roof of Coach’s looking down at the town like she was some fucking queen looking down at her realm, but she knew she was far from that.  Her elbows rested on the...

“Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I’m not ready for that yet.” ― Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye   Kali looked at herself in the mirror.  Yes, they had mirrors–one of the perks of living in an old hotel room.  Who was gonna take that?...

Kali sat in bed with her legs crossed.  The room was dark, save for the light of the candle on the tomato-crate-turned nightstand.  Her packed pipe sat next to her on the bed in the empty can of tuna she used for an ashtray.  Her notebook, with this crinkly pages...

It’s a good thing my bug-out bag was always ready.  A change of clothes, my ipod, money, tampons and shit, and a bottle of water and a few powerbars is what I keep in there.  Sometimes, if I’m going to the bar I’ll stick in my heels or whatever, and...