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Here you will find a collection of my ravings, rants, life updates, and opinions. Perhaps you will find some type of wisdom within, or something to hold against me once I am quietly decomposing.
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Leigh and Robot for president
———— Let’s run a dystopian presidential campaign combining my political ideas for how to improve America, and an AI’s deep knowledge base of…
Envy The Dead
I envy the dead,Souls drawn close to the veil,Ghoulish it sounds,but what it must be to finally knowIf we are dust from cosmic…
The Ad Funded Downfall
———authors note————- Originally conceived as a conventional essay on the perils of internet fame, particularly within the confines of YouTube’s labyrinthine landscape, this…
What Could, May be
————Authors anote———— I recall a college professor once cautioning that fixating on death in art might blind one to life’s beauty. It was…
Nights In Cascadia
——————————————— Amidst the swirling mists of exquisite allure, She slinks like a specter through the silent night, Sparking joy, smiles, and laughter so…
Compassion over “Sides”
A Thought Piece. —————Authors Note————- “In this, I present a perspective on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict that aims to provoke thought and encourage empathy.…
NightShift Noel
(A Graham Luis Story) ————Authors Note————- When it comes to writing, there is often a character that we create and find immense joy…
The Perfect Dish
———-Authors Note———— For the holiday season, as we gather in our kitchens to prepare the most exquisite meals, there is one dish that…
Spectral Whispers
————Authors Note———— If you are familiar with me on a personal level, you are likely aware of the profound encounter I am currently…
The Beast Lament
————-Authors Note————- Beware, for this poem did not emerge from the depths of my own nightmares. No, it draws inspiration from the film…
Climbing The Walls
————-Authors Note————- Language and words possess a formidable power to immerse readers in the depths of horror, provoking the very sensations we wish…
November’s Beauty
—————Authors Note————- Amidst my drunken escapades in taverns and bars, I’ve encountered countless tales of love lost and forgotten. But one story stood…
The Curse By The Lake
————-Authors Note————— Welcome, dear reader, to a chilling tale born from the depths of my own restless nightmare. Within the haunting mist of…
The Passing
—————————— Note from the author: The convergence of death’s presence in my life, the impending Halloween holiday, and my deep immersion into the…
Grief, A Guarantee
I once believed death was life’s sole guarantee, From birth, we embark on a slow demise, Some sprint to the finish, others crawl,…
Approaching
I wade into these feelings, cautious steps I take, Purposefully embracing, as they consume and smolder. Anger gives way to sorrow, then stoicism,…
Go Ahead Break Me
By: Leigh B. Evans Go ahead, break me, Crush my bones into pulverized particles, Microcosms of pleasure for your inadequacies, A symphony of…
A Thank You Letter For Our Nations Leaders..
By: Leigh B. Evans Thank you for the constant worry that the previewed little rights I have will one day be fully stripped.…
An Average Morning
By: Leigh B. Evans You awaken to the dagger of a noise that feels to implode, beckoning you to join its chaotic embrace…
Your Christ
By Leigh B. Evans Christ, a cloaked enigma, known by the masses they claim to understand. These followers clutch their cold steel when…
A Call For Golden Dawn
By: Leigh B. Evans Droog sees the shadows of the night Whispers of the ancient rites Mysteries that few can viddy The secrets…
A Note For The Next Guy
By Leigh B Evans —From the desk of Golon R. Harding— Welcome to the lab. Your handbook should provide you with most of…
A Friday Night Noir
By Leigh B. Evans There were countless places she could have found herself in, just like this one. Numerous bars scattered throughout similar…
I Found Myself Between
By: Leigh B. Evans What I saw was who I am What I wanted was who I would be I asked myself am…
How Things Are
By: Leigh B. Evans Shitting, pissing, breathing bags of stardust, compressed protoplasm, scream from the street. They chew and crush their teeth, crafting…
Metamorphic Contractions
By: Leigh B. evans My fingers fumble ‘neath writhing protoplasm, seeking sanity I strain to retain. Toadstools gleam with verdant hue, a radiant…
One Leap Into The Last Void
By: Leigh B. Evans -Excerpt from Major Villè Damantis’ final transmission- I feel I must at least leave something behind, so I’ll document…
The Devil And The Deep
A Short Story. (THE FOLLOWING JOURNAL ENTRY, WAS FOUND AMONGST THE RUBBLE OF A LONG ABANDONED SEA SIDE VILLIAGE): In me twilight years,…
We All Know We Are Going To Die.
an essay One of the most peculiar sayings I’ve encountered is “what’s it like knowing you are going to die.” It strikes me…
Leigh’s Chaos 