We are creatures whose answer is in the estranged experience of intertwined existance.

I woke up today and the sun was so bright but I loved it because last night I actually got enough sleep and I think it's a good idea to do that more often because I felt absolutely terrific.
The only thing I want is a swing set. And a human companion instead of a runaway dog. and a golf cart.

Could it be that we pray to place ourselves in such supreme states of devistation? We adore that sort of suffering... They teach kids to pray to a miniature Jesus in the midst of dying, dangling on a chain of gold for years around thousands and millions and thousands of necks. I'm not talking about that kind of christ... Truth be told, Jesus didn't ( Read more... )

there are fathers and brothers and mothers and sisters and daughters and sons and they are all everywhere ( Read more... )

I woke up late today and it was difficult to remember whether or not I had gotten pie last night. I felt full. my stomach was sore with a sort of scuzzy hangover effect. Upon waking up, it wasn't "some new day" like people always talk about. ::"Summer" is this singular thing that lingers somewhere in my perception of periods of time. The sections ( Read more... )

Livejournal, I find it difficult to decide what it is I want to declare to your people. ever. I prefer the company of my black book's page, it's much more conducive to epic babble. And this summer has bucketloads! despite indulging myself in convinient confusion, I can still see my own form of total clarity. it's the pit of it. I know, I'm not ( Read more... )

I find it neccessary to state that I am a misunderstood inconvinience to most everybody in my life. To revoke any sort of individual attachment to that notion, I go on the assumption that most everybody is a misunderstood inconvinience to most everybody else. I know that's not true because there are plenty of people who never obstruct anything for ( Read more... )

I've got gum stuck on the bottom of my shoe. I mean that figuratively.

Can someone please explain to me why irony is incredebly frightening sometimes?

What is life, anyway?