Christmas keeps getting better and better every year with a different tragedy. Fuck it all.

Atleast the last few hours were nice, or something.

What a shitty day. I walked out of school after lunch. I'll probly get suspended tomorrow. I came home to stale cigarettes and the original Oceans Eleven. Slept through my birthday. - Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out, I'll grow old and start acting my age -

"i use big words quite often in substitution for semantically equivalent words. i attribute this success to my professional demeanor and my strong stock portfolio. Though it may not appear so, i am quite comfortable in my surroundings. I have everything, let me show you around. Smile you fucker, it's not often you get this chance. Love is just an ( Read more... )

You get lost because everything happens so fast. I get that hit and run feeling in my stomache. I bet its like swallowing a lightbulb. Dig your face into the pillow. Rust. Hesitation. War. Electricity. What was I even thinking? Had I been raping the American Dream of its decency, of its generic vascularity? A simple condition of flowing blood. For ( Read more... )

We're feeling alright so take a picture. A miscaptured photograph. A permenant compostion of breif, and challenging moments. Prove you were there. A forced flash, half a second of blindness and a night you wont remember. The light pales your skin, and freezes all intentions of expression or adjustment. You add up those half-seconds, and end up with ( Read more... )

Pollution.

How in the world can you prepare for crash landing? Most of the time i feel like science, but right now i just feel like sound. You dont know the first thing about internal bleeding. This is all completely metaphorical. I'm sorry that your hurting. Let me be the icon of everything going the way you never planned. You were like a cigarette to me ( Read more... )

I kissed you in a style Clark Gable would have admired. I thought it classic. I wanted so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real.

I'm taking it all for granted, but nobody seems to care. Thanks for making me another statistic.

Well, I saw the future once. I was drunk in a phonebooth ( Read more... )

Weekend felt like a movie. Friday, Naomis party. We waited for the lights to go out until we started passing out the posion. I sparatically traveled from room to room at the party getting bored by partial conversations. I walk in the den. It was smoky and smelled like stale triscuits. I pretend we're in an emergency room. I dance accordingly. The ( Read more... )