Heroin blood money ( Read more... )

I miss a couple people. Disconnected I am. Am I pushing them away? Are they pushing me away? Did I freak em out? Maybe I need to be put at distance. Am I not making a proper effort? I never pick up the tele. Just not one for phone conversation. Maybe it's that best friend gap. Aside from my love I'm not that terribly close to anyone. Maybe I don't ( Read more... )

Why cannot I be
Anything that I desire
This vessel restricts

So I craft my game
Move outside of pure instinct
Like the seasons change

Temperatures drop
Rapidly Unexepected
Northwestern springtime
She is my heater
I hold her close when I can
But now she is hurt
So I bare the cold
Knowing that I am at fault

Series of social artifacts
A room is a museum
The picture abstracts
Cures the symptom

A room is a museum
Moderate for living
Cures the symptom
Giving and receiving

Moderate for living
The picture abstracts
Giving and receiving
Series of social artifacts

She is laying here
Next to me and her eyes twitch
Her lips are roses

The tele is on
Transmitting violent truth
To the freed peoples

My eyes are burning
Why do I keep them open?
Focused on the screen

Getting into the swing. It's good. Need to get a new job major. School is nice though. For awhile I wasn't gettin out much. Now I'm making new friends and the like and it's a good thing for the soul. Igniting my inner drive to get out and see more, expand my horizons ya know, see the world.

There are those who after everything you do for them, after all the free passes you throw their way they can only think of themselves. Well I'm not here to do you a million favors only to have me ask for one and be rejected. Well I ain't gonna give you shit no no. In fact, I consider such acts of selfishness an act against our contract, which is ( Read more... )

How far did I go last night? My heart is bleeding I can feel it. Blood no longer pumps through my vains it feels like acid. I know I feel like a xenomorph (the aliens from Alien). I was supposed to work today. And then I was supposed to get some sleep. And yet here I am tired, wired, and bored.

Well I'm feeling rather fine
With this here girl of mine
Hey mister would you mind
If I kissed this girl in time?

Conversations over wine
They always remind:
Lonelyness of the telephone line
Wishing that I had your hand in mine