"Ya! What's up with all this orange?"

"It was us."

[Silence]

"It was them or us. And it was both."

Flesh pounding flesh working against each other
and too many drinks
things on my mind
Maybe it was both. No.
Not her and i
but drinks and mind
"I need to buy new music with better rhythm.
How many essays do I need to write now?
I need to get better at this!"

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

and goodnight.

I haven't felt right in weeks. In fact, the last couple months feel like the same damn week. I'm not doing well in school, I hate my job and I mostly just want to be left alone. Petty conflicts seem to follow me everywhere. It's abnoxious but I really don't care. I just want this year to be over.

"Your fucking sick! What's wrong with you?! Your fucking sick ( Read more... )

"One of the most salient features of our is that there is so much bullshit." -Harry Frankfurt ( Read more... )

If I could only make it through this year...
If I could only make it through this year...
If I could only make it through this year...
If I could only make it through this year...
If I could only make it through this year................

The end.
The Pilgrim died soonafter.
No god, no hope, nothing could help him.
Still there was nothing left.
The last days of the Pilgrim were spent and only God could save him.
until there was nothing left.
The Pilgrim began taking everything he wanted,
They died soonafter.
until the different man and his whole family hurt ( Read more... )

Last night I spent the Fourth of July in our nation's capital. I would have seen fireworks but I missed my boat(literally). So I hung out with Kelly all night trading stories about Assateague. Assateague is a island of the east coast of Maryland just south of Ocean City and is known for some of it's wildlife, including ponies ( Read more... )

There is no drama in my life. There are no fights. Just the clinking chains of the ceiling fan bouncing off of eachother as I dream up nothing and stare at the walls. I can feel the stillness in the air. It's like a dream waiting to happen, being conjured up as my mind wanders through all those yesterdays that I can barely begin to remember. ( Read more... )

This pace won't keep the marathon and certainly my heart will explode sad and alone. It's bretheren long lost in the race, the liver drunk as expected and the eyes glazed like porcelin glass. This pace can't hold. I have a feeling ( Read more... )