sit down. and listen ( Read more... )

you're worried. you're worried and you're nervous, you're sad and lonely and it's so obvious and just spilling and falling, raining from your eyes. just like drops of water haning from a leaky faucet, slipping off and falling. you hold everything too close, squeezing it tight, asphyxiation licking the last bits of life and love and the faint scent ( Read more... )

Last night, Montell Jordan and the RX Bandits played for free at the student union here at the University of Florida. Montell played a killer set, closing with "This Is How We Do It" and opening with a really swinging cover of "Analog Boy." After the show, the Bandits had to head back to Jacksonville, but Montell followed us back to the Outhouse ( Read more... )

GUIDE TO BE LIKE DONNY:

step one: alcohol, all the time, ntil you pass out. wake up ONLY to drink more.
step two: needle drugs.
step three: fal in love and get fucked over.
step four: miss home, reminesce and wade in nostalgia.
step five: just fucking die.

i am still here.

so the two least married groups of people in america ( Read more... )

College Is Important.

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i guess i was there. i mean, i had to be.. but i can't remember... makes me wonder why i need to go back? its just, deep inside me, the same motherly instict to feed a child cough syrup, to lull her to sleep i would just breathe in her ears. i mean, to be really honest? in high school, car keys were like the keys to the bars and to be free in bars ( Read more... )

it's christmas, time for my break, the end of the first semester, and i'm heading home.

except that, the one girl i'd die to go home and see, i could really care less about. and the truth is, i think she's the most miserable girl in my life.

and so i sometimes ask myself why i even go home to visit at all.

oh well, whatever, amen.

pour la fille la plus belle, mon bébé.

we were younger, but not much. but still. she pulled my arm like loose strings on a sweater, begged to ride the tilt-a-whirl. she was smaller than me, and so she had to look up to really make me listen. well she did, i let her hand go, and so she stopped pulling. she rode the tilt-a-whirl and her keys and ( Read more... )