So....what is this, hour 40? That I've kept holed up in my room. It feels like years. I feel like nobody would recognize me and understand why it's so nice to see them in such a long time. I still have 24 more hours I can pull...I'm running low on food, but I still have almond butter and jelly. Everything you need, all at the convenience of being ( Read more... )

The quality of life is lacking...well, quality and life. Everything seems so perfectly superimposed to make me feel as if there is some kind of substance or point. But when you scratch away the surface there is only games. Silly, strange, painful games that remind me everyday of what a bad decision this really was. Some people think that everything ( Read more... )

Saw Patti Smith tonight. Most fun I've had in a long time.

Well when I was sixteen, I met a dirty little prom queen. She was the member of an exceptionally malignant scene. Didn't take much time before she had me. Took me places I thought I'd never see. She took my hand in hers and said "you're mine." And there went my spine, but I felt fine ( Read more... )

Man I should go to the gym, but nah fuck that. I'm being lazy today ( Read more... )

Offbeat hordes of average joes swarm center stage. Fling feces and slurp pisswater for fun. Crying monkeys in their cage cling to their bars of hope. "Maybe someday we'll understand this joke ( Read more... )

FTW

Seem to come to light. You so many thoughts sake... I don't know. Just in my brain there's I can only imagine. What right now but it's hard. Be like just keep on especially something that it's a metal polish. That we ball my eyes out. So many in bold letters "NEW CREAMY memories. Happy thoughts at it was a pretty good one. Really make you happy. ( Read more... )

I don't know why the light shines so brightly behind you. Memories of glory days fading fast. Remind me of certain ways to be happy. Certain days to feel like a million dollars. With nothing but time and stimulation I'm forced to say those were the days. THE DAYS. Not like these days. This tedious and boring never ending monotony of glory. One day ( Read more... )

These days are so late ( Read more... )