Stavros on the Atlantic Ocean #119 (Violence)

“Get back in that fucking crate and keep your fucking mouths shut while we get inspected or I'll slit your fucking throats!”

Ieva in Kaunas, Lithuania #118 (Love)

You won't ever love me like I love you. My love for you is so shockingly true; there's no treachery or deceit, no dissent or discord. Simple as blood in veins and birds perching with daylight on steeples. Oppressive as blue morning skies, sunlight on rocks and conquering armies; I've allowed you to cruel. That's my flesh in your teeth, my blood in your teeth.

Trystan in Ophir, Alaska #117 (Transcendence)

Give me mercy instead of clarity, questions instead of answers. Confuse and confound me, wound and astound me. Give me deepdarkdeathdreams every night and lead me to the overflowing stream in the daylight so that I can drink from the cup of agony and flood. Teach me how to be sorrowful instead of how to be happy.

Noah in Fairlawn, OH #116 (Transcendence)

Fat, impotent, quarrelsome, infirm. Unloving. A perfect candidate for mercy but when I sat in church I feel barren. New songs to be written, new languages to be spoken to express the reckless, overwhelming love of God.

Donald in Albany, OH #115 (Hyperreality)

I found a god in a forest clearing. He was sitting cross legged in the ashes of a temple that was dedicated to him that had burnt to the ground.

“You've starved and longed for my love. Traveled without meaning and without understanding. You've built me houses I couldn't live in and searched for me in places I'd never go.”

Julian in Savannah, Georgia #114 (Sexuality)

You telling me I want to fuck him? On top of all the indignities of life, I have to want him to put his hands of my body and suck my cock? This senseless brute who is as cruel as he is stupid; he stirs my vitals and makes my blood rise? The conquering sexual instinct.

Selma in Hardy, Canada #113 (Sorrow)

Trees outside the window starting to awaken where I'm beginning to fall asleep. Overcast sky. The cancer is in my womb. That's where my little boy came from. He's sitting on the edge of my bed and we wait together for the end of the material world and for the world that doesn't end.