currrently reading/ planing to read
- DRACULA by Bram Stoker
- THE ROAD by Cormac MyCarthy
- DAS FALSCHE GESICHT by Cécile Lemon
- SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE by Kurt Vonnegzt
- STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE by Robert Louis Stevenson
- WIRED DIFFERENTLY by Anonymous
- 28 TAGE LANG by David Safier
- HANNIBAL by Thomas Harris
- HANNIBAL RISING by Thomas Harris
- THE ANATOMY OF VIOLENCE by Adrian Raine
- THE BEGGAR STUTEND by Osamu Dazai
- FJODOR DOSTOJEWSKI: White Nights; the Idiot; etc.
- H.P. LOVECRAFT: The Call of Cthulhu; The Shadow over Innsmouth; etc.
- MURAKAMI: After Dark; Norwegian Wood; Dance Dance Dance; etc.
a short story by me
The penetrating smell of the raindid haunt away the flavor of anything else. Not a single flower had any chance to show their beautiful scent
They all let their heads drop. Sad, llike they would mourn about the dead.
With such polished patels clened by the rain
NOTHING EVER DISTURBED THEIR PEACE
Because the rain washed away everything. The sadness, the desparation, the anger, the bloos.
Now it was just a beautiful flower garden. Atropa Belladonna, Laburnum Anagyroides, Colchisum Autumnale.
Looking like paradise itseld.
well, the grey sky fell out of line. I wasn't able to determine a single cloud. They were a unit.
Such as we had been.
Slowly, I opened the iron door, leading to the flower garden where we stepped in together.
my favorites
- Donna Tartt
- Osamu Dazai
- Rick Riordan "I am not lazy; I am just happy doing nothing"
- Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Caroll
- Dracula by Bram Stoker
- Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
- Lord of the Flies by William Golding
- Rage by Richard Bachmann
- The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
- The Girl in Red by Christina Henry
- The Setting Sun by Osamu Dazai
- Why Fish Don't Exist by Lulu Miller
by Rudyard Kipling
We're foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa
Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa --
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day
Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before --
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Don't—don't—don't—don't—look at what's in front of you.
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again);
Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' em,
An' there's no discharge in the war!
Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers.
If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you!
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again) --
There's no discharge in the war!
We—can—stick—out—'unger, thirst, an' weariness,
But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of 'em,
Boot—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!
'Taint—so—bad—by—day because o' company,
But night—brings—long—strings—o' forty thousand million
Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again
There's no discharge in the war!
I—'ave—marched—six—weeks in 'Ell an' certify
It—is—not—fire—devils, dark, or anything,
But boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!
Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different
Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic!
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!