K. Edward Warmoth : Writing

the end of our rope is a noose.

the end of our rope is a noose.

A Story by K. Edward Warmoth


Ervin raised his hand up as he walked through the narrow door frame. Balling a fist, he looked so distraught as he told us that there wasn't any a..
I know what a f*****g lion is!

I know what a f*****g lion is!

A Story by K. Edward Warmoth


should have stayed inside and blinked.
crux.

crux.

A Poem by K. Edward Warmoth


who calls so loudly?
andare in bianco

andare in bianco

A Story by K. Edward Warmoth


just a sample for tired eyes.
libertine dissolves.

libertine dissolves.

A Story by K. Edward Warmoth


everyone's dressing you up, dumbin' you out.
let this be but a scar on your hands to remind you of wearing chains.

let this be but a scar on your hands to remind you..

A Story by K. Edward Warmoth


if my eyes were a PC, my dignity would be the office chair.
songs for weddings.

songs for weddings.

A Poem by K. Edward Warmoth


seeing god every time you makeout with a bar tramp.

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