September 2011
2 posts
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I want this so bad and i like sailor moon :( i miss you steph, things are so hard here!
August 2011
5 posts
slow
I leaned my head back to look up to the sky. The big flakes of fluff were scrambling from the red-grey skies to my eyes. The cold tears warmed down from my face and I winced. Snugged in packed snow I watch the monochrome sunset and the red sky turns purple, and the dim glows of light through the trees grow I walked over the ice towards a path of low light. the chills crawling under my jacket made...
“It seems you prophesized all of this would end;
were you burned away when the...”
February 2011
3 posts
Lest I climb onto your back I will promise not to sting I will tell you what you want to hear, and not mean anything Then I treat you like a dog As I shoot my venom in You pretend you didn’t know that I am a scorpion
skip the spoon
this movie is shit. why did you come here? you’re already squirming in your seat.. does that feel good? you like those knives in your stomach? your nerves cracked already at the ticket booth, you better keep those legs crossed; you’re gonna piss with all that shaking. I’m so hungry.. What, you can’t see? Getting foggy? That ain’t smoke. You need me. I’m gonna be...
the fly
Hot air blew into my face as I pulled up the escalator. The stench of grease and body odor tugged at the knot in my stomach. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and broke from the flow of the crowd, to a cop further down the wing, making conversation with one of the resident panhandlers. “Do you know where the Amtrak station is?” “Go up.” “Which way?” “Over there, to the...
November 2010
3 posts
in a big country - big country
Come up screaming I’ve never seen you look like this without a reason Another promise fallen through Another season passes by you I never took the smile away from anybody’s face And that’s a desperate way to look For someone who is still a child In a big country dreams stay with you Like a lover’s voice fires the mountainside Stay alive I thought that pain and truth were...
guano
Each indentation is a change in speaker. There are two speakers. I just wing it. I don’t plan out my day. I don’t understand people who do that. If you tell me to come over, I will just do it. Eat at six? Sure. Six-thirty? Ok. I think my way is much more simple. Is it really very simple? Yes, it is very simple. Do you know this, as fact? Yes, it...
A vestidiously vestidious day with little to no vestidious meaning is quite, to the contrary, not very vestidious but rather antivestidious in nature. But we ask ourselves, what is it, to be vestidious? Is it but a notion to say one who is vestidious is merely being vestidious yet to say such in itself is a vestidious accusation? But is it negative? One might get the idea, though even then; it may...
March 2009
6 posts
I really don’t know what is happening anymore. Everyone is so busy. Everyone is so entangled in their own business. But why is it that I don’t have that? Why can’t I be busy, too? Why can’t I have my own business anymore? Nobody wants to hear it anymore, I don’t want to hear it anymore. I feel like time has been slowing, just oozing, like rot. Yet despite that, the...
scrap, I don't like the perspective
I was opening the front door to walk in, and wall of warm air pooled around my body, then only to leak outside.This happened at exactly 7:03 on a monday evening. Mondays were probably one of the worst days. Next to saturdays and sundays. These days just don’t fit into the routine, monday is the return to normalcy, the grim reality of a life filled with headaches and chiropractor bills....
Sleeping Bag - Paw I don’t want to see your head caved in, I can’t stand to see them wheel you in. Why’d you go and do that to your head? Are you so goddamned miserable, you’d feel better off if you were dead? And then the tears in my eyes makes the road all wet and hard for you to drive you never had a chance to see the car, she’s coming straight at you, Hey,...
Bird Crap?
It’d be nice to go back to the days when we had beepers. The glory days. When it was acceptable to forget washing your hair once in a while, and a stain here and there was just an inexpensive accessory. When everyone carried a backpack, on their backs, walking home with a friend or two. It was safer to lick a penny than it was to sit on the sidewalk, and there was always the smell of smog...
Peaches come from a can, they were put there by a man. If I had my little way, I’d eat peaches every day Sun-soaked bulges in the shade.
huh
A soft light crept into his sight, peeking from the shut blinds.The man groped around him on the mattress, senselessly feeling for any foreign presence - only to be greeted by fistfuls of cold sheets. Letting out a restrained sigh and a strained grunt, he turned onto his belly, clutching tight to the pillow. Whimpers mixed with the morning chirps, the light began to intensify and minutes were...
November 2008
1 post
the following is filler.
All right, today will be pretty annoying. I have to write an essay, marinate meat, read a chapter of text, and clean up broken tiles and stripped walls in the bathroom. Then of my own choice I want to clean my room. But wait, there’s more! I have to do a sketch project for tomorrow. Maaan. I wish I could actually wake up.
October 2008
2 posts
““God is dead.””
– Nietzche
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