i like it here in the desert, so while i'm here i might as well make the best of it. with that said i have some fairly large choices to make ( Read more... )

well the drugs can't keep the fire out of my urine and my truck is leaving my driveway without me. i had a couple thousand in the bank getting ready for a camera, now it'll pay my rent next month. all of my back breaking hard work will work against me and prove i need no financial assistance in paying over five thousand dollars in medical bills. ( Read more... )

there is a swollen gland just under my jaw that tries to go down with every swallow of spit clinging to the back of my throat. i can feel the slow river of sludge from my ear down the hidden pathways that empty in my neck hole ( Read more... )

i owe, i owe, reaping much more than i sow,
never slowing on how all this time spent, blows.
had a good reason for leaving, still do.
but the fat on my plate from the last night i chew.
i'm gonna buy a small shack on wheels,
throw my credit report to the wind,
and become my own god.

i no longer have computor privilages, soon i fear i will be unable to self medicate myself under this roof. the situation is grim and pittbulls are not well liked in the desert. i sleep, search, and work regularly. soon i will be in minnesota, there i pick and choose meaningless material possessions to carry on my back durring the journeys. the ( Read more... )

time to relocate to a more sane headed home in the phoenix tri-city area, two months sooner than planned, well that'll teach me, to not be me, around someone that i've known for about nine years. so i don't have to explain later, i made a joke about alex fucking some girl while he was on the phone with his girlfriend in minnesota. go figure he didn ( Read more... )

www.coachella.com ( Read more... )

never knew the stumblings within uncontrolled mumblings, never cared much for the salty taste of what they brought. here i sit with 101 breath, and stories of the kids we knew on meth, and i know we are on a stage. stories and borings and bling chasing mornings. we continue, to disappoint the ones who really care. i don't know tomorrow, yesterday ( Read more... )

have fun with that snow stuff,
and get very drunk.
also, smoke some pot.
if i go off that cliff,
my last words were,
i regret nothing.

it certainly is different, i'll give it that.