Vorochta 5

Where Dreams Are Dreamt.

Hic Haec Hoc

conetiquette | November 4, 2009

Such contempt do the hearts of men hold for me. But I, such a man, Nay! A God, whom the populace despises, am, in fact, a hero among men; The first of citizens.
I, myself, have saved this empire, upon which we shall all flourish. Unfortunately, they do not know what they seek, and know even [...]

Making Amends

yumado | November 4, 2009

In the distance, a rifle has gone off.
The birds scatter. Animals patter.
Most likely a hunting scene.
Nonetheless, I drive over to investigate.
I see a man lying in a pool of blood.
The smell of cigarrettes draws my attention.
I pull out my gun and spot him, laughing.

Fifteen-Hundred Acre Wood

aderkatch | November 4, 2009

Electricity is the forest we inhabit.
During the day we pass by those trees who appear tall, cold, and gray above our heads.
Trees that are silent and refuse to budge, but are in fact a patient lot, the type that can wait with diligence for nightfall, so that when the familiar pulse they expect resurfaces by [...]