Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes

I never told you that the earliest memory I had of my father was him throwing up in the dining room of our waybaside apartment because he couldn't hold down his beer and blow. I never told you that I pissed in a simpsons mug monthly for my father when he was being drug tested at work, so he could keep his ( Read more... )

She makes it harder for me
just to breathe

Playing streetfighter in some movie theatre on Temple st reminds me of 1994 in my parents living I'm room playing the same game on my super nintendo standing four inches from the tv screen, I don't credit this to my terrible eye sight now, but I probably should. I faked being sick so I could have the house ( Read more... )

I wish I were a robot.

My skin sticks to the plastic of my bed; my two flats slip out from under me as I sleep. It's hot in here. It's always hot in here. My sheets are soaked; just like the heat of Muspelhiem. I crawl forth from my cave only to be mutilated by the blinding light. The contrast is amazing. My uncovered feet test the arena below; ( Read more... )

One May spawned a monster in the shape of this guilt.


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I will annoy you with every waking breathe.

I am the only soul awake in April's father's house. My eyes are puffy from the dry, rough pillow my face was pressed against as I slept, on top of that I have an uncontrollable leak in my nose, that forces me to wipe and blow every minute or so. This is the worst I have felt in a while, but I roll over and ( Read more... )

The sad thing is I sympathize for you.

At what point is life less about living and more about love and love becomes your life and living is the best feeling in the world? At what point are desperation calls too desperate especially when they dictate whether or not you are sleeping on a bed or sleeping on a bench? At what point are your words not ( Read more... )

You are the apple of my eye, The object of objectification, the sun in the sky with a smile that could melt any man where he stands. You're too good for them. You've always been too good for them. Everyone put your drinks in the air and celebrate, its time to append yourself a drunken soul mate and if that doesn't suit your fancy just force ( Read more... )

This is the blood that we're made of ( Read more... )

What is there to be passionate about other than passion? Why emote anything other than emotion? Why do I still feel like Joe Bonham? Why do I still feel like lester ballard? Why do I still get erections when I read about my most perverted thoughts sprawled across the pages of these books? I think I'm stuck in it, the sub-reality of proto-human club ( Read more... )

Leave it up to Lucifer, hollowed be thy name, burned for boredom, some forbidden plague. Some time to bend time, it's time to dig your grave. Shallow shell, empty morale for all the things I gave, but I guess thats the funny thing about sacrifice. It never works in your favor, you'll always pay the price whether it be your pride, your hope, or your ( Read more... )