there/s nothing in this world that can stop me from flying, not even for a second. i/m sorry if it hurts, but i live fast and let/s not forget who did what here. i believe in life wholeheartedly, and you simply weren/t and aren/t life.for me.

no god above, no hell below, only the cold honest comfort of the comfortless this. hit or miss, just flips ( Read more... )

umm.... oops.

no suprises really. at least now i don/t have to feel badly about the past 2 weeks. so what happens now? not a clue. i already made one bad decision in regard to this, do i feel like making another? i may. we/ll see.

sick of being able to predict the future with disconcerting accuracy, and sicker of still being afraid to act on those instincts ( Read more... )

no. you/re missing it. this isn/t passing judgement, and it certainly isn/t taking a superiour stance, this is as morally neutral as water, or the grass. this is simply the way of things, and, quite possibly, it/s way is: it/s not in it/s nature to keep. it may, but only if that is how if unfolds of it/s own accord. all things manufactured are, at ( Read more... )

i took an online quiz:


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things fall apart. nothing to be done about that, really.

and so now i/m left with the construct. what now, fuckers? i/ve spent 27 years getting here, and god fucking dammit, i did. but now what? or then what? whatever is the answer. actually, it/s the question. or, rather, whatnow is the question. and here/s the thing: even though i know there isn/t a wrong answer, i/m still a bit worried about answering ( Read more... )

sorry. can/t explain it. i weep for what was, and what i left, and if i had it all to do again, i/d do it all the same and still be here with the tears. it was all smoke. and that doesn/t mean it was or is less than we thought. it just means that it/s in the very nature of it to not stay. and i can/t feel guilt for that. and i don/t. i just, i just ( Read more... )

another?
shit. they/re all asking about next year, and i can/t even answer next week, let alone tomorrow. it/s all backwards and upsidedown and i tend towards reverse anyway. another? nah. can/t be, right?

now i/m feeling it. the space between the notes. just like way back when. just like in the never. start again. just like before, except this time it/s the next. ya feel me?