Annoyed with life. Things like life, like batteries and showering. I dont like showering. I dont like things that require batteries. They are limited and you can be damned sure that one day that shit is just going to let you down. Solar power! Gnome liberation ( Read more... )

I need someone who is BETTER THAN ME. Im sick of rolling my eyes at everything you say. Im sick of feeling empty. Im sick of picking you apart, of picking everything apart to find something beautiful. Why cant we just be beautiful together, why cant you just be beautiful, without me having to dig hard to compliment you? Stop calling me. I ( Read more... )

I've finally decided to update this piece, mainly because i've been reading up on everyone else's bid'ness without offering them a little slice of mama's daily pie. I hit up the local spots last night, befriended a czech drag queen who told me I was a shoe in for a body double of some royality. she probably meant a boy or something. It's okay, ( Read more... )

Shindig on third and second, coming 'round the bend, bending rounds. Guns up my ass and that's no excuse not to get down and bad with myself. Right on.

I remember, one time, shit. She had these mesh shorts on and a tank top. I met her after her run. Girls are so trusting together. Not that IM anyone to not trust. She ran in and threw her books on the table. The usual sigh, "ugh, look at this." She proceeded to hop up and down and her mesh shorts hurriedly fell to her ankles. She let out ( Read more... )

Often times I have the unrequited urgency to post the lyrics of my current choice of music in this journal. But, I could never, under any sort of pretentious goad, write them in full confidence of anyone giving two, maybe three, hoots about what IM listening to. I just can't hide it, my zeal is flaming and I will not resort myself to the ( Read more... )

I bitch and complain. I do it as if it were a higher duty to humanity. Then id be tying the sacks unto my feet and throwing sticks in every sophists path. IM a fighter. I never claimed to be anything exceeding a sack of homogenized soy product. Those who claim to be anything else, the gentile women, IM speaking of. Name dropping, tight faced ( Read more... )

Tribal music. My car smelled like Indian Moon, the incense. But, if I were to smell the moon in India, that would be it. Pretentious dregs of after thought. I realized that profundity had gone to the dogs and I didn't mind at all ( Read more... )

He's so enthusiastic everytime he says hello. I want to rip his arms off and fuck him in the ass with them. That's right.

Ha-HA, that's right. Grip-rite fas'ners to my right and up the street, there's BruHaHA, a coffee shop. Im sick of catchy names. They dont work. Pastabilities is about 15 minutes away, i've heard its good, ill never eat there.