It's funny cuz I'm over her...but I just wanna die without you ( Read more... )

I awoke on a boat with Jen. The rain was falling on me and her as she jumped out of the boat. I laughed and thought of the moment we kissed. Her shoulder brushed mine in that instant. But it was the connection....god it was a connection. I've never been so loaded, but i've never been so sober. She took my hand as we strolled down the beach. It was ( Read more... )

It was raining when Harold drove down Los Alamos St. in downtown, his back tires skid around a manhole right before he came to a stop at CJ's Bar. The old door creaked and moaned with the ferocity of a puma as his id was out then quickly back in. He slouched over the bar. The posture his mother told him to correct, but he was at the bar so what the ( Read more... )

I've got an idea brewing in my head ( Read more... )

I feel pathetic in this skin ( Read more... )

I can see a spot in the dark ( Read more... )

I was so torn up tonight I made myself throw up. I can't even write. I finally broke. I broke. Fucking Christ I Broke. I can't stand it anymore. I keep talking to myself cuz there's no one left. No one. It's april. I'm another year older...another lonely year. I'm done here. Laying in bed. I'm done here. There is nothing left. nothing.....

I know people die...but drop off?
That's another story.
For one week No contact through means other than speech or letterhead.
For one week none of the clutter of modern living.
One week of dropping off the earth.
One week of being dead?
It's midnight on April 1st...
I'll see you in a week.

After an hour of thinking and a whole two minutes of looking I have come to the conclusion that I hate looking for things. It is an useless act -- no matter how hard I try to find something, be it answers or an actual object that has been misplaced among the clutter of bedroom living. The twenty dollar bill I am looking for or the misplaced pen ( Read more... )

Hey I'm Bryan, pleased to meet you. I've heard a lot about you, your nightly excursions to the bedroom window of your lover ( Read more... )