"...era um acidente. não escutaria. eu empurrei-o somente que eu toquei mal nele abaixo o staircase. sua cabeça. aterrou na última escada de cabeça para baixo. era um acidente... que eu nunca signifiquei a i nunca... eu nunca o signifiquei..."

According to graphology, if you take your index finger and trace someone's handwriting, you can feel exactly how the writer felt at the time he wrote. You have to study the pressure and speed of the writing, pressing as hard as the writer pressed. Writing as fast as it seems the writer did. It is all similar to Method acting. Konstantin ( Read more... )

Meep. Go listen:

The Doors - Love Street
Kevin Shields - City Girl
Malcolm McLaren - About Her
Electrocute - Kleiner Dicker Junge
Detroit Grand Pubahs - Sandwiches
The Clash - Radio Clash
David Bowie - Space Oddity

I'm feeling so nostalgic lately... Commodore Amiga. Remember?

"I am become death;
the destroyer of worlds."

James' fuck sex buddy wants something more out of their relationship. Quarter to 10 in the morning, he calls with a hunger for guidance and chinese food... and kiwi-broccoli milkshakes. Apparently, having a relationship with this so called "buddy" does not fit into his life plan.

I'm picking me apart ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think this cycle never ends ( Read more... )

Recent irks:

[x] The red virus ( Read more... )

Sua corda confortavelmente em torno de minha garganta.
Eu salto.
Você beija-me.
Queda ainda.

Last Cigarette:: In my past life. Pssssh ( Read more... )

We are not what you see.
We are humanitarians.
We invite the better,
and numb the pain.
We are the hunger strike.
May your faith be our hostage
bound in mourning.

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New AOL name needed.
-suggestions please-

Life is a 5 foot 9 vessel of intestine exploding, gut bursting, heart wrenching stress.

On another note - You are now about to view pure sex.

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