Wow.

i think i'd believe in god, if i let myself, if it was cool. love and devotion to a higher being as protective measures against love and devotion to the stupid small things that consume me now, like other people and the selves i think i've lost. maybe god exists because when i talk in empty rooms, he listens? and i am talking talking talking and ( Read more... )

Your head's so big and tall
How is it then your thoughts are small
Your head's so big and tall
You found yourself and lost us all

- the ditty bops, "your head's too big"

a cigarette burn scooped a chunk of skin out of me, pretty much ( Read more... )

Seeing as my iTunes network is donkeyballs, I've joined last.fm. My name's downtheavenue. What's your last.fm name?

1. They are in love with you for the same reason you jump off balconies when drunk and take too much acid. You go with the flow and never do anything halfway, whether it's loving someone or destroying yourself.

2. Eww! I suck.

I hate myself ( Read more... )

The words pool in the back of her eyes, and he thinks if he looks closely enough he can almost read what they say. The red capillaries form cursive messages, but they're hard to see through the vitreous humor, and her pupils are small in this light. The proverb neglects to tell you that though the eyes may be windows, they are small windows, and ( Read more... )

There's the one about going to Bonnaroo. Dedham, Massachusetts to Manchester, Tennessee. She looked it up on Mapquest and it said the trip by car would take seventeen hours, and that's seventeen horus of sexual tension to write about, plus an extended weekend of flirtation on which to expound. But Maria never really got down to business on that ( Read more... )

but you're waiting at the door
where everybody's hanging out just like they hung out before
you didn't have to do it but you did it to say
( that you didn’t have to do it but you would anyway )