Comments on: Give Me Your Dark

By: Lloyd

Lloyd — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 09:17:29 +0000

Good stuff kell, I wish I’d have you sooner, good shit

By: Johnny

Johnny — Sun, 16 May 2010 12:47:17 +0000

You have to earn people’s secrets.

By: Rock and Roll Mama

Rock and Roll Mama — Sun, 09 May 2010 05:20:14 +0000

This is so badass. I’ve had like four conversations in the past week that cut right through mundanity to the scars we all share, and it was fascinating to me how one conversational risk creates the opportunity for the other person to take out their shiny teeth and let the withered gums speak. It’s truly gorgeous. Thank you.

By: SP

SP — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 17:42:00 +0000

Learn to do the small talk. It allows you to infiltrate the lazy bourgeois so you can rot from within. If you don’t fully understand what it is you rail against how can you fight it? Embrace, then destroy, with subtlety and and a well placed bon mot.

By: lyss

lyss — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 03:13:22 +0000

I am truly touched by the bluntness and realness of your blog. I have been searching myself for answers that I am unsure exist but some how I feel comfort in knowing that I am not the only one in the world who has thoughts along those lines. In laments terms…cut the shit, lets get down to the truth and make the best of the time we have now. If that is too serious, too real or too much for someone then they should not be wasting my time. thank you for your blog post.

By: Rachel

Rachel — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 08:05:39 +0000

Kelly,
I feel really strange reading your post, because I feel exactly the way you do. I even buy smoked gouda to feel like I fit with the rest. But I don’t.
What’s the difference? What made me so fearful?
I majored in English, and have a burning desire to write creatively. How did you get started in your blog? How can I do the same – channel the darkest thoughts that I have to people who can see them, feel likewise, and express our similarity. It gives comfort to us all that we are not alone in our assessment of our atmosphere, doesn’t it?
I just went on a date where the guy told me I was too critical of my surroundings. I asked him what I was supposed to be, if not mindful of the life I was experiencing? What better way to interact with vitality? He wanted a girl who had no turmoil, no past. Just cheese. Smoked gouda and, most likely, birth control that always worked out for her. His criticism left me broken. I cried after our date, and had a panic attack the next day.
So, Kelly, tell me how to get started. It seems that writing might be my only hope. Since I can’t say my observations, social criticism, and witty mockeries of demographics out loud, I might need to turn to a more separate place for purging. Please give me suggestions, advice, experiences that can help me on my way.
Thank you for this post. It helps to know there are kindred spirits out there.
-Rachel.

By: Jason

Jason — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 06:52:05 +0000

I don’t fear the evil, chaotic parts of myself anymore, i embrace them and i love them. My only fear is that people might see me for the selfish sociopathic monster i am and cut me off from the world i depend on to build my house and grow my food. So that’s my secret, half the time i’m numb, like the drug dentists inject into your jaw, its as if it courses through my veins and other people become nothing more to me than a giant chemical reaction that can be sustained for about 80 years.

By: Lindsay

Lindsay — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 19:48:21 +0000

This was beautiful. I write out all of my dark on my blog. It’s cathartic.

By: A girl.

A girl. — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 01:18:30 +0000

All of my dark swirls around as choatic impulses. I have scars and bruises from lovers, from myself, from nights climbing fences and picking locks.

My dark pulls in the people I take home. I will teach you to slap and make you keep your eyes open while I dig my nails into your thigh. I will tell you to bite harder and then mention to you in a restaurant the next day how wet the stinging makes me. I will hold you against a wall and stare at your mouth as I push my fingers inside you.

I write dirty stories and I spend every day looking for new material. For the bright, burning secrets inside everyone I touch. For knives in bed. The reaction when I tell you where to scratch. All the dark things you want but don’t say. Yet.

By: Alexandra

Alexandra — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 04:10:18 +0000

Thank you for reassuring me that I’m not alone with those thoughts. Really, thank you.