The time I went home with a concert photographer.
This poem was created from lines of dialogue spoken by Travis Bickle in the 1976 film Taxi Driver, directed by Martin Scorsese and written by Paul Schrader.
A taxi driver charged me fifty bucks for a short trip. And then the S.O.B. had the nerve to ask for a tip.
“Are you even going to tell me what's happening?” Issac asked, bursting with questions. Natalie sighed. “Fine. Long story short, I'm apart of a secret organization that protects the earth from ex...
The next morning Caleb awoke feeling like absolute death. His skin was painful at the touch and his headache was pounding in his ears. Cursing himself for staying out so late on a weeknight he checked...
Having been emotionally unaided for almost whole my life, the loneliness, hatred and disgust I experience at that moment is enough to drive me insane.
Source: Taani Singh http://m.ficfun.com/novel/...
The time I went home with a concert photographer.
This poem was created from lines of dialogue spoken by Travis Bickle in the 1976 film Taxi Driver, directed by Martin Scorsese and written by Paul Schrader.
A taxi driver charged me fifty bucks for a short trip. And then the S.O.B. had the nerve to ask for a tip.
“Are you even going to tell me what's happening?” Issac asked, bursting with questions. Natalie sighed. “Fine. Long story short, I'm apart of a secret organization that protects the earth from ex...
The next morning Caleb awoke feeling like absolute death. His skin was painful at the touch and his headache was pounding in his ears. Cursing himself for staying out so late on a weeknight he checked...
Having been emotionally unaided for almost whole my life, the loneliness, hatred and disgust I experience at that moment is enough to drive me insane.
Source: Taani Singh http://m.ficfun.com/novel/...