A Kiss for the Arsonist, 26-EpXXVI [Weezer’s The World has turned and left me here] I arrived home from band practice the next day to find my father home earlier than usual, sitting in a quite large, white, executive chair, his hands in his lap. “I was sitting at work wondering how to punish you for trying to get heroin, and then it hit me,” he told me. I heard a toilet flush and saw a body, near-corpse, exit the bathroom. “Don’t go in there for sixty-three minutes,” the body said. “Hi, grandma,” I said petulantly. “Fuck you,” she said. “You don’t have to be nice to me just because IA Kiss for the Arsonist, 26-Ep
A Kiss for the Arsonist, 16-25XVI [Tokyo Police Club’s Tessellate] At 7:36, I began going through the motions of my date attire. After showering, I looked in the mirror while in my towel. Not bad, not bad was the prognosis. I put on a long sleeve, button up, black dress shirt over a white t-shirt – which I’ve always seen as full-proof because it can be formal or informal – and black jeans. I looked in the full-length hallway mirror. The verdict had moved up to getting there, getting there. An epiphany followed, and I was off to retrieve my hat. This was no ordinary cranial garment. This was a hat of near-biblical proportions. ItA Kiss for the Arsonist, 16-25
A Kiss for the Arsonist, 6-15VI [The Smashing Pumpkins’ Landslide] “You fucking bitch!” I screamed. The most apparent motif of my childhood-slash-adolescence was: everything is about my mother. “You do not fucking talk to her like that!” was the sound of my stepfather overcompensating for his malfunctioning penis. Not speculation, mind you. I hear them fighting about his impotence. “Fuck you, Albert! You fucking talk to her like that all the time!” I pointed out angrily. “You ungrateful little shit!” my mother chimed in sweetly. “We’ve done everythingA Kiss for the Arsonist, 6-15
A Kiss for the Arsonist, 1-5I [Sonic Youth’s Teen Age Riot] When I’m ninety-four, I’ll be diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. Then, and only then, will I forget Etheline Rosenberg. I lived three doors down from her when I was four-years-old. Her front door was 178 feet and seven inches away from my front door. Between those doors are a house in which a man murdered his wife and her lover, which hadn’t been sold since, and a pile of rubble from a meth lab explosion. Apparently, it is not uncommon for murderers to live right next to drug dealers. I met Ethel on the first day of kindergarten. We stared passionately at each oA Kiss for the Arsonist, 1-5
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Helllo!
I'll read this a bit later. I have to eat before I go to school. Lol.
IN THE MEAN TIME, you should check out this girl Kelsey's writing. She's really really great.
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