It was one of those little paper cups that one can put ketchup or tartar sauce in. A white little bowl of pressed edges and a crimped rim. Almost origami like. Just a shallow condiment cup that, at its bottom, held two impossibly small pills that held too many promises to believe.
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In school I learned that I have been working towards a state of self-actualization, progressing from the sum of my parents' hopes and dreams to being who I want to be. Part of this process involved changing my name several times as I became the person I was intended to become.
I also evolved politically, sexually and other ways. One of these transformations was extremely controversial though not always evident to…Continue
I remember reading a novel about a woman who traveled through space and time only to learn at the end of the book that she was a mental patient. I remember thinking, well that sucks, she was a really interesting person.
The stories that my peers tell me at work have touches of humor, even though I'm not really an Al-Qaeda operative the way they think I am. I often respond with a story out of right center field. When they ask…Continue
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