Naseni

Travis Johnson

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Bloodsuckers by Naseni, literature

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Bloodsuckers

Me and Mikey both hit it at the same time. It was a sweet feeling, relaxing. We didn't care that we were risking it all. The feeling was almost worth it. "Man, makes me want to shoot it in the main vein", he said giggling, half serious. We all had heard that it was the best feeling, but very few lasted long like that. "We don't want to end the way of Tommy though." It used to be the three of us, Mike, Tommy and I. But awhile ago- "Tommy died because he was an idiot, had no class. Just like all those others who would get it and do with anyone. We got class, and with that we get the same high as everyone else, just with less risk. Sweet and

You can tell by Naseni, literature

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You can tell

We're-going and you can tell I am not alone And that, that type of thing could be a problem for me. That I have a lot of problems and mostly think of myself. That I have anger and passion and think of them as something you hold in your hands That we have hands hands that we can use to touch eachother (and not just ourselves) feel and hold a caress. We have eyes to look into eachothers to know that we are not alone and for now that won't be a problem We have noses and tongues to taste eachother And minds to make our dreams together. I'm thinking of you Feet to take us there and then Without a moment spared for consternation,

The Letter to R by Naseni, literature

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The Letter to R

"What are you doing? His father asked him stepping out of the house onto the porch. Tomek took a long drag off a Cuban cigar. It was a moist day in Texas and he sat on the porch allowing the smoke to drift upwards into a billowing cloud. His other hand was fingering his coffee cup, "I'm committing treason." "Now Tomek," Began his father in a voice he begrudged, "You know I don't like to here you speak like that an all." Like a billboard he saw it coming, "Specially not on my porch, under my roof." All Tomek could think of was how much he wanted to leave. This had been the number one sentence he heard from his father. Which is why he moved

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Don't be Mad by violeto4ka, literature

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Don't be Mad

So here I am, holding in my hands The pieces of our broken dreams I ask for reasons to stay with you But i look for reasons to leave And you believe that I'm so in love And without you I'll stay in the rain But who are you to me? Passion? Tears? Hope? Pain? Ok, I can disappear from now on Or do you want me to call? You know there's nothing between us two Just a tiny thread and that's all! It's hard to call US a great Love Story Cuz we didn't let it be... Still you're missing me... Don't be mad at me Don't regret what we had Dummy, cuz You WILL forgive me, it's not that bad You look for ways to get back together Again, st

fade by mommys-lil-monster13, literature

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sometimes i still think of you, sometimes being more often than not, sometimes being every night as i'm failing at being unconscious. god knows i try, but sometimes it's just not in the cards like maybe i'm not supposed to forget about you even though we both know bullshit when we hear it. i was so convinced you were him you were it you were my world but maybe that was the problem maybe i was the problem nothing seems right anymore

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Vietnam
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Hanoi
Operating System: DSP
Favourite cartoon character: Fry, from Futurama
Personal Quote: I'm not an alcoholic... Your the Alcohol, like Gin... So perfumy you make me sick!! (Chugs some

Favourite Movies

Pulp Fiction, Fight Club, Requim For a Dream, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Pink Floyd

Favourite Writers

Hunter S. Thompson

Tools of the Trade

Al,At,Ad

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My addiction; Writing

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Naseni

Mar 8, 2016

Devious Journal Entry

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Need to edit this so I put it here. Long ago before before we came to live here. Before we had seen all the branches heavy full of there mixed vines and starfruit, and long before had been in the tumultuous trunk, where steam and fire make the show or to the top of the canopy where only our most daring explorers go forth to see what we cannot. Back when the tree itself was small a minuscule there was a young boy who'd visit it everyday and climb. It came as an instinct or maybe even the foundation for all life itself. Maybe when he saw the tree, just a little bit taller than himself he wanted to reach the top and be taller himself. Or maybe

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Naseni

Jan 12, 2016

Devious Journal Entry

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I realize, I feel like I have nowhere to put my energy. Like I know I have things to do, but I just can't focus enough to do them. Deliver a bike? Can't, have a lesson soon. Prepare for the lesson? No printer. Send an email to work for people to print things for me? No emails. Will I remember to get what I need? Maybe, maybe not.

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Jan 12, 2016

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So after pulling 60 hour work weeks, I finally dropped it down to something that was easier to manage. I did quickly pick up a bunch more hours but I still get my monday and friday mornings off. Plus I get to keep my gardening habit that I developed though the tiny slits of time I had and some help from my mother. I um, recently got sick with the flu. Sweat through a couch and a bed, couldn't even get up to open my christmas presents and I felt like my head was going to burst. They thought it was dengue fever but it turned out to be a nasty flu combined with dehydration. Still I suffered a kind of ego death during the days of half-sleep, swe