I hate it when the murderer entices you to the very cliff and then gets bored with you, all of a sudden, turns and walks away without even turning back. Yeah, yeah its all in the game and setting it out but at least finish the kill now that completion is this close. You face the vast nothingness, you turn to see the murderer walk away, disinterested and distant. You look in  front, you look down at the height, feeling your every nerve tingle at the fact that the ground is so beneath you. You wiggle your toes to assure yourself that the feet are nearer to you than the next step they may take.

I hate it when the murderer loses interest in you. It hurts.

Confused, you look up and ahead. Again nothingness.

Then an unexpected push and then the fall....

You smile. He did finish the job for you after all.

Ever read Rimbaud?

I wrote this somewhere some time ago and rediscovering it, decided to post it.

Reckless Rimbaud reading colour

Giving Greasy Grays

To his demon lover

I'd read A Season in Hell once. Rimbaud wrote it when he was going through a bad phase with Paul Veraline. He was 20.

When you 'read' Rimbaud, just remember that he can't be read. He can only be experienced.  

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Yeah, it's a guy.