an entry -why? - when i purchased a real pre-bound and barcoded book o empty pages. i hope i can keep it up and have it not become another would be relic i pull around with me as long as i can. lately ive been wasteful with my time, as i can be. making big plans mid-day and playing my plans away all nite. it always burns down to riding dynamically ( Read more... )

.. and thats the worst part about the last month. its been set far too closely and my eyes have been on the white line and i keep staring off through the film just too in front of me.the narrative changes from conversational to comprehensive at the shut of my month and i reach for my college companion and i scrutinize it all. break the contrast ( Read more... )

my mind is set on another admirable, smirking, double-took, laugher of a fire-smothering, hot-coal. where have you been all night, or my life - or that you won't tell except with your balloon high and tied on yarn as a bourgoise hobo's paisley on a stick, carry-with care artifice for pocket novellettes and bean cans and bean can pen knives. i can ( Read more... )

its not often a friend of mine has a birthday...cause i keep so few friends. HAPPYEST FRIDAY LAIN.


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it may be thought that love requires a home ( Read more... )

filament popped and set afire my head and my hair is gone now for now. if the mechanic is right and rubbing sand in my eyes is going to be tough, i can finally see myself getting lost. without a grandfather to haul my pointed edges around in and worry for my life, and find his, this next generation of baldies is going to have to find their own farm ( Read more... )

this aint no game honey. i dont plan on doing anything but breathing where my taste takes me. this 14 year old man i wake up inside is laughing factually at the cars you let me drive and millions and millions of dollars in metal and necessary structure i have to commandier if i want to pilot at all. hired gasoline on a moving object like so many ( Read more... )

i played the best song i can play for my father today and he really liked it. there were several times when i saw him snicker or realy respond to a lyric with taste and it was worth more than a worlds imaginaable wealth to me. he is the reason i am a musician and to receive praise for something i do well and of my own will was the most gratifying ( Read more... )

it is regrettable because she gave me nothing save her attention, and that was all i wanted or want now. to be so easily thrown by the admiration of another feels weak. big buildup - short peak - exhausting, uncomfortable, comedown. in short, it was ecstasy. goodbye you silly girl ( Read more... )

oh all the time it takes to be great at one thing. i sure that eventually it gets easier ( Read more... )