Rinnysaito

Isn't it funny how limitless an answer to one question could be, based on the person asking? Everyday of my existence. I am tasked with the most powerful question of the century. Do I kill myself or do I kill others? Humane Reasons. As entertaining as that million dollar question is I have two simple reasons for not doing either. One,would mean to not exist and there are way too many people I'd like to piss off by existing so, no. Two, murdering don't exactly guarantee a glamorous life and although I'm bilingual when it comes to sexual preferences I'd like to not be raped in jail. The only raping that is to be happening right now, is t

Ch. 1- The beginning of the End There are things that I want to do. Those things would be deemed as horrible if I said them out loud. I keep them trapped and tied up in a little pretty bow to disguise them, from myself. Pretty things never attracted me. Is it nasty to love the sick part of me. Does it make me less human...am i beyond saving? Do I even want to be. "A...Uchiha, Swashkay?" "It's...Sasuke." My mother chirps as she perks up at the nurse. The waiting room is a festering pit of injured and sick people and their doomed existence. Everyone's injuries seem urgent, those who showed such wounds. I catch the eye of most as being

Light flashes, thunder gnashed and it looks like Jesus took a puff. You're clinging to me, crying to the smoky clouds whining about how much work you put into changing your hair only for nature to fuck it up. The thunder hisses it's reply and you decide it would be better to argue with someone who would talk back. You insisted that I should be a gentlemen and hand over my Jacket and I insisted that I'd be keeping it on because we both know I would never be a gentleman, not if it meant freezing my ass off. Heavy breath spewing from your musical lungs, plumes of smoky fog with coffee scent invaded my space. You haven't let go of me, my bo