no hinges,
i am not who i was before. this is my revolution.

february 20th, 28th, '29'th, march 2nd.

the bandits. matching in black. a whole new way to think about air. cant make the noise on the spot. friends who have tracphones. i keep losing my beer. wont say a thing. not one word. dropping this now. my orchids. margaurite, isabella, franchesca. c'est belle. caught the virus. cut them down. left leaves to pale and dry. laid out in the sun. ( Read more... )

what set him off balance. again in the hallway. standing taller today, working hard. holding it longer. lost control again. shame on us, me and the little prince. someoene here has a straight blade. we could all use more water. i could use a trip to the plantarium. get in touch with our solar system. ran up and smacked me in the forehead, i still ( Read more... )

mood: invaded, distant, shell-shocked, brain rocked by massive spikes of seratonin/dopamine ( Read more... )

christmas day. taking over this entire sector. cant be light with it. like this. punched out hard. like the afternoon at the stopsign. looked at synergy. spat blood out the window. never forgave her for it. packed my emotions away in the suitcase. everything is really good now. personal surroundings. speaking about dreams. telling all meaning. ( Read more... )

christmas eve. waiting on the bird. rediculousness. the program is in black and white. i dont know what its called. my brother coming in the weeks to come. hope he makes it. maybe i miss my mother some. deleted myself off the face of the interworld. where is the girl with the pretty eyes i get lost in? the spaghetti squash was amazing. bread ( Read more... )

sonic youth. album- bad moon rising. track- justice is might.
truth.

and then the fear struck. debilitating, disabling fear. like a brick wall, unscalable ( Read more... )

i want to run away and live in the shire.