i scratch my head as i slip into thought.
my fore head wrinkles like all other foreheads do when wondering something
my eyes are closed, like other eyes when imagining something.
my hand cupping my head like a visor blocking the sun 
holding my head up.
the rest of me is unimportant right now. 
eighteen years and some odd number of days and months ago i ( Read more... )

it could be that i'm just biding my time ( Read more... )

as for caring i think i have exhausted all that i am capable of.

i'm tired of the bullshit
i just want something real.

How cool is it that i get to eat a ten pound bird filled with pieces of bread and corn on November 23rd?
A ritual called thanksgiving, which is most commonly celebrated in the U.S. every year. 
In a country where 1/3 of the people are fat, the excuse to shamelessly stuff your face once a year is welcomed in open arms. A clever way to fulfill your ( Read more... )

oh put a cork in it conscience, you've done enough decision making.
besides if people new i was referring to you in the second person tense they would think i was crazy. not to mention you are a none-existent inner complexity of my psy-che. and yet, i continue referring you in second person. the fact that i'm talking about myself to myself is ( Read more... )

sitting in my forty room alcazar on the southern coast of spain lounging, my royal limbs sprawled out over my egyptian cotton throne. the redolence of virgin chamber maids in the air brings a perverted grin to my face. a cluster of the worlds finest grapes hanging, held by my grape boy for whenever i may succumb to the ambrosiac taste. the room ( Read more... )

"just take a hit man, everyone's doin' it."
-naw i'm good man.
they blow their smoke in my direction as if i were in the least bit tempted and the smell of it would push me over the edge. the persistant peer pressure, doesn't really get me. i don't think they understand what someone does without the costly plant, or how i happen to be the least bit ( Read more... )

June 17, another summer day. five early teenage friends camp out in fury ficus forrest. as they return from fishing and setting their traps the sun is just begining to set. camped out at the top of a ravine that seemed to peak where they had set up. the other side overlooked the neighborhood where they had all lived which layed at the bottum of the ( Read more... )

what the hell ( Read more... )