read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

January 6, 2011
The power cord for my computer broke. Snapped right in half, little silver wires hanging out like the spilled guts of an angel. Angels are real pretty when they're dead, or so I've been told.

My cousin hit an angel with his truck last year. He says angel blood is glittery, and each drop is as individual as a snowflake. He says angel screams sound like singing, and when they cry, the tears float up towards heaven. He says hitting angels is a lot more fun than video games, so these days, he spends most of his time driving around.