currently making playlists for burning man. ever since acupuncture starting about a year and a half ago, everything has changed. i am not longer looked at like a freak by old men in white coats who have never felt true love. or not looked at at all, as they talk into their clipboards. the drugs are out of my system and all i need are herbs, ( Read more... )

From New Orleans, for the first time in a while. Updates.. hmm..hmmm ( Read more... )

get off the track, Mr. One Track Mind; Mr. Mind. i had literally not written anything on this LiveJournal journal for about half a year until today. i need to post more to this thing. my inspiration is trapped currently in english papers (Lofstead, amazing class mmm Writing About Literature), my school notebooks in my handwriting, and in touch. " ( Read more... )

Cigarette. Sitting in my pocket, in a gift-like box (note to self-buy a fancy cigarette metal holding box, an antique or just cheap n’ sturdy flask. so necessary, fools. And a Batman Batarang money clip.) I love how all of these things that I must acquire actually exist. “you make me want to burn my room,” said she. Said I to her. Mind narration. ( Read more... )

You wear bright colors to hide the darkness within you ( Read more... )

i know youre going ( Read more... )

as i sit beneath my stained glass cardinal drinking hawaiian coffe in my multi-colored beanie and white t-shirt ( Read more... )

make yourself comfortable in the back of your mind gazing through the blue ( Read more... )

i look out the window of my snow globe house to see an abysmal plane lying before me.
they practice their chthonic powers in secret, so as not to alert the Enlightened.

milky white daffodils fall towards the poison red sky ( Read more... )