dreams
12.12.2006

in my dreams
i can smell
fevered sweat
that stems from
desire

our kisses are hollow
tongues too tied
by things we need to say
need need
we are always needing something

we both know
it's wrong
him too old
me too young
(at least in
my dreams i am)

i tell him so
as i lick the
salt from the
well of his chest

ceiling
12.7.2006

depression as a
shadow spreads wings
on my ceiling

black and greasy on
the tiles
and trickling
like heavy lacquer
down the walls

smothering things
i have made my life
like newspaper clippings
and cartoons and photos
and drowning the bells
in my window

it smothers them all
sucking them up
like shadows

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I found Kate and I's old rp notebooks while I was cleaning/packing last night...and....I'm at a bit of a loss when it comes to what I should do with them. Regardless I need to get rid of them since they take up over half a box (and that's not even all of them ( Read more... )

I suppose it's update time since I have nothing better to do here now that I'm finished with my task at work. Otakon kicked ass and for reasons that aren't quite clear I think it was the best one I've ever been to. The rave owned, it's what I needed the most and it also taught me that I dance best with glowsticks in either hand ( Read more... )

the dates for next years Otakon....who wants to go ahead and reserve a hotel room? it's July 20-22

i apologize for the massive ass pictures...especially of the tentacles...i'm too lazy to fix this now....so i'll do it later...or something...but c'mon they're giant tentacles...they can never be too big...

well...otakon....OMFG LSIKRHG:VJKN :RGW)($ PO(*(P$TUY PWLKFJELAJNCV: @*p(*y%o*&yt)

: seizures and dies of happy :

( no longer capable of speech )