Brianna in Louisa, KY #105 (Banality of daily life)

We were swimming in Yatesville Lake in my Junior Year and my friend Michael (who was really shitfaced) tried to swim across the length of the water and drowned. They drug the lake but they never did manage to find his body. Probably made a nest of mud and rocks to spend his sorrowful eternity in. He never was too particular.

Katie in Colby, Kansas #104 (Self Evaluation)

This is my hell of pleasures. Salt and sweat. Knives and rivers. Darkness descending to touch the earth and the broken backs of men. Mortification is my salvation. (Larva Lu)

Suzie in Rochester, Minnesota #103 (Self Evaluation)

Suzie in Rochester, Minnesota #103 (Self Evaluation)
These are what you've come to fear: the vandal hands of man. Trees, flesh stone, water, soil. All falls.
All poisoned. Was there a time before I was born and before I loved you? I'll move toward that source.

Connie in Springfield, OH #102 (rewriting pop songs)

Heard a song when I was driving into work this morning; it was this fucking idiot English girl singing about how she could find her man “next to” her when “times get tough”. What a load of horseshit. When I got to work I scrawled a few lines as a retort to this sentimental horseshit:
When I'm lonesome and in agony
You'll find him gone
When I need mercy and forgiveness
You'll find him gone
When I'm wilting in the summer sun
You'll find him gone
When I'm hidden in the everlasting night
You'll find him gone
When he wants his pecker sucked
You'll find him next to me
When he wants to fuck and fuck and fuck
You'll find him next to me

Hendrik in Utrecht, Netherlands #101 (Transcendence)

Couldn't leave the house. Couldn't drive my car anymore. Couldn't hold down a job. I was afraid of everything until this miraculous thing happened. I began to want to die. When I no longer desired to live, all my fears left me and I discovered life's dark consecration.

Benjamin in Prescott, Arizona #100 (Sexuality)

I dreamt of licking and biting your thighs. Searching for an orgasm with my tongue in the split between your legs. I took off your panties with my teeth and you kissed my sexual organ that surged with blood and ecstasy. Union.

Autumn in Laramie, Wyoming #99 (Violence)

I think the crops wouldn't grow inside daddy's arid body. Maybe that's why he wanted to kill me? Treat me like a human sacrifice to appease the unnamed gods inside his shadowy self. All I know is that after he finished kicking the shit out of mom, he'd start in on me. After he finished throttling the meaning and mercy out of me, he'd lock me in the hallway closet and it was in there (as I cleaned the blood off of my face with the spare linens) that I learned the value of violence in a forsaken world.