It wasn't the Cubs' fault when that douche bag grabbed that foul ball in Game 6 of the NLCS when they were 5 outs away from winning and going on to play the World Series, but they still don't get a World Series Ring. There are no asterisks in this life, only scoreboards and ours is currently reading 'Fucked.'

And through our travels if we get separated, never forget In order to survive, we gotta learn to live with regrets

don't ask me why i'm here whoever the person who reads this is because i don't know.  obviously you know me, Anonymous, or knew me. i prefer it that way actually. you may know my name but now i am as anonymous to you as you are to me. essentially what i'm saying, to quote every guest on the maury show, "you don't know me." today i got chinese food ( Read more... )

here I am again and for me everything is falling into place on the other side

i awaken to corruption at the lowest forms of life. ant colonists working for the queen. forgive us for we know not what we do. slow down, you almost ran me over carrying ten times your weight from here to there. sticks turned into knives turned into swords turned into spears turned into muskets turned into machine guns turned into tanks turned ( Read more... )

go away from my window leave at your own chosen speed. i'm not the one you want babe, i'm not the one you need. you say you're looking for someone who's never weak but always strong, to protect you and defend you, whether you are right or wrong, someone to open each and every door, but it ain't me babe go lightly from the ledge babe, go lightly on ( Read more... )

We sat across from each other, mostly in silence. In a few brief words, one could understand the other. Not in a universal sense, but a day to day kind of way. Miles David blaired quietly, painting a picture of how today might be. Overheard are conversations of outrage, of demanding money back for an overpriced latte of which I will never know. My ( Read more... )

2005.04.24  15.08
coffee, cigarettes (and brandy)

Smoke swirls around taking the place of oxygen in the beautifully dilapidated old kitchen pushing one hundred years with its high ceilings, breathing in your cigarette secretions. Sometimes ideas come slow, you tell yourself. You take a drag. You know no one will call, but you unplug the telephone. ( Read more... )

today i am learning everything in moderation. maybe even celebacy, for sport or for faith or for something without words, something or someone worth waiting for..lots of bob (highway 61 revisited)...and the girl from california who lifted the weight off of my shoulders...and the one i put my heart on my sleeve for...and old friends who stayed the ( Read more... )

...and deliver me from the trap of disillusionment...