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Blog: Farewell to Ozzy
So, I know it’s taken some time to do this. Some of which are due to time restraints, resulting from classes, and others are due to...

Kirk Forseth II
Jul 303 min read


July 15th Vlog
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSwo2S6RF34

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Jul 301 min read


July 1st Vlog
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMtolad574c&t=790s

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Jul 301 min read


Kirk's Top 5 Part 1
Greetings and salutations, everyone, It’s Kirk coming to you from the hospital bed of love, and I thought, maybe it would be nice if I...

Kirk Forseth II
Jul 302 min read


Sonnet Sundays: The House
Sitting in the corner with my knees to my chest Young somber eyes are denied any form of rest For the visions to stop, I would tear out...

Kirk Forseth II
Jul 301 min read


Sonnet Sundays: Lithium
Take one pill to make me happy Then why do I feel so crappy Wicked thoughts darker than before Slicing my arms up even more Shallow with...

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Jul 301 min read


Sonnet Sundays: A Rare and Precious Rose
Fatigued by the bombardment of the world’s lies Seeking refuge in the green fields of your eyes When we’re apart, I dream of only one...

Kirk Forseth II
Jul 301 min read


Sonnet Sunday: Till Morning Comes Again
Mysterious eyes pierce through the night Just a little blood will do all right A savage hunger rips at his soul The reaper's bell will...

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Jul 301 min read


Sonnet Sundays: A State of Phobia
What’s the difference between right and wrong That’s the reason so many write a song Spewing your venom with the words you say To hurt a...

Kirk Forseth II
Jul 301 min read


Tales from the 13th: Countdown
I sit alone on my bunk, counting every tick of the clock. Fourteen minutes to go.
They moved me to isolation yesterday. Said it was protocol. Truth is, they didn’t want my old cellmate watching me unravel.
I stare at the walls, gray and indifferent, just like the men

Kirk Forseth II
Jul 305 min read


Tales from the 13th: A Night on the Town
Chas moved like a shadow with teeth. The older thug stepped forward, waving a pistol, his voice cocky. “You picked the wrong alley, freak.”
The vampire didn’t flinch.
He was already calculating heartbeats—two fast, one slower and weakening. The old woman’s.
“Shoot him, Juan!” the younger one barked, knife in hand, his bravado fading fast.
Juan fired. The shots hit home, slamming into Chas’s chest and shoulder. He staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, he looked down at the w

Kirk Forseth II
Jul 3013 min read


Gothic Vampiric Literature: A Dark Delight for Fans
Gothic vampiric literature has a unique charm that captivates readers. It combines elements of horror, romance, and the supernatural....

Kirk Forseth II
Jul 305 min read
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