So, yeah, I write when I'm on crack.

After her mum dies Crystal has no other choice but to live with her disappointment of a father. Unbeknown to her, his HOT best-mate and drug addict Tyler is also staying over and as soon has he see's her he wants to get in her pants. He's twenty-eight, and shes seventeen. She has a boyfriend, and he sleeps around. He party's harder then you could imagine and shes completely mesmerized by him. Will the fact that crystal is Tylers best-mates daughter effect the way he behaves towards her? Or will he introduce her to drugs, sex and alcohol?

Lovely Ali is a wanderer. In LA on her own, she is found by men and women who love her—for awhile—but never for long enough. The only one who never leaves is an acrobat named Michael who watches Ali with sad eyes. But before she can recognize who she is and what she already has, Ali must search deep within the darkest parts of herself. This short story from Francesca Lia Block, acclaimed author of the upcoming LOVE IN THE TIME OF GLOBAL WARMING, pays homage to a lost girl on a quest for love and home.

Seventeen-year-old Penelope (Pen) has lost everything—her home, her parents, and her ten-year-old brother. Like a female Odysseus in search of home, she navigates a dark world full of strange creatures, gathers companions and loses them, finds love and loses it, and faces her mortal enemy. In her signature style, Francesca Lia Block has created a world that is beautiful in its destruction and as frightening as it is lovely. At the helm of LOVE IN THE TIME OF GLOBAL WARMING is Pen, a strong heroine who holds hope and love in her hands and refuses to be defeated.

submerge yourself into the perversion of the mind.... open your eyes - wide open - if u must but i prefer the darkness of the blind... for it surely enamors the lust

A separation of souls meant never to be parted.... Malice in the form of mystic morbidity... waiting in vain for a glimpse of Alice to lead me back home... And I lie here gallantly beguiled, pretending I've not been left here alone... Again....

i am a speck of dust upon a cloister of abrasions to some i may be the aberration itself and to others, i am, quite simply, undeniably close to the cusp i am torn and i am torment long-winded chimes of captivity, unsightly…. abhorrent indecision and illusion forged as incomplete, despite attempts at deceit and delusions flecks of gold and pleasure caressed in pain a tragic syndrome if one ever believed in such a thing bounty of sorts, a hoard of mass amounts surmounts to treasure, beguiled in meanless measures for what is to come is simply a story retold childish nightmares sung in lullabies baby cries herself to sleep over heat as torching as languid goodbyes sighs, dark nights, fright and fear…. incessantly come near yet never a tear stretches in sight….never to repent, nor dare to lament - such would decree misfitting a monster is only as perverse as the saints decree the demented only as hell-bound as those….who, they themselves, wish they were free…. a flagrant martyr is most commonly an acquired sire a duty-bound hired hand useless without it’s master a force-fed convict is simply debauchery’s debacle as is, resistance’s remorse contrary to the oncoming slaughter.

I am..... Beauty. I am the Beast.... The ravenous creature that feeds off my veins.....

A love story

Are such deeds, though often decreed, ever as they really seem????