my life is full of vomit these days. puddles of it, everywhere i walk. i have to leap-leap-leap around in my basement. leapers live in my basement. they have green scabs and they ask for lotion. calamine. i offer then aloe, and they complain. today was full of vomit to. sunshine made me laugh french fries out of my nose, and to those who've never ( Read more... )

this is me at my finest hour. i am feeling the full spectrum of human emotion. the condom commercial with the fence makes me want to make balloons out of condoms. my empty coffee pot is screaming at me. use me use me (touch me, please me). oklahoma was memorable. my moms boyfriend had a mental breakdown, for serious. i remember most the ( Read more... )

im going to oklahoma in two hours. meet me in tulsa. ill be there til sunday. call my cell if you are in the area: 312.246.3049

i share the bedroom floor with the pillbugs. it really doesnt bother me anymore, and i definately am not one to start killing these little things. they just rolly-polly past me and continue to exist. they won't understand that this room is my room, that this floor is more or less, my property. im not going to tell mr. pillbug, he deserves to live ( Read more... )

twenty three hours without sleep, four hours without music. six dreams about people and the nine people i can trust. life about numbers, and cocaine particles.

today i discovered that i am an incredibly social human, and that i feast off of your conversations with me. if you love me you won't stop talking. if you look back at most of my depressing rants in this xanga [i copy my posts from xanga and put them on you, livejournal], the time says something like, two am, three am, four am. well, nobody is ( Read more... )

i am so incredibly happy right now. the sky isnt the limit anymore. the sky was never the limit!? oh man i feel like opening up my insides and painting with my guts! yeah! and maybe just maybe ill slash out my wrists and use the walls as a canvas! oh!

how do you interpret somebodys mental condition when they jump from stability to insanity in a ( Read more... )

i am made of plastic today. i am screaming, crying, coughing up flem and cough syrup. tommorow marks nine months post-murder. deleting old entries because they are years too old, and way over-emphasized with whatever faggotsquabble i had there. support underage drinking, and buy me a beer. the moldy peaches remind me of last summer. adam green, ( Read more... )