i still feel. im still here. ive gained family members, and lost one so very dear to me. no one ever asks me how i feel about things, anymore. thats alright though, because if it ever comes I can pull the words right out ( Read more... )

Lol. Personal Journalist. Privacy settings. so much to say, so much to censor.

Wow, good foresight, for once.

I don't want to be awake right now, that part I can certainly say out loud.

Left to my own devices my imagery takes on decisive turns that I can't control. The what ifs and the whens twist around me in a fog. My own complacency drips down around me in a bed with not enough pillows. I would've bought more had I known. It seems like something is different. A colder vibe is in the air and I wonder when it's gone. Barren limbs ( Read more... )

And I meant it.

I thought about using livejournal, today.

"you speak of rastafari, but how can you justify belief in a dog that's left you behind? you've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class and your faith merely keeps you in line. an amalgamation of jewish scripture and christian thought. what will that get you? not a fuck of a lot. take a look at your promised land. your deed is that ( Read more... )

And in this cell all I do is sleep and I dream,
that I'm free.
And I'm back on the reef,
where I throw my net out into the sea,
All the fine hinas come swimming to me.

I am the shittiest artist and seem to be unable to do accurate 3-dimensional renderings for class. This is filled with much poop. My math is class is easy and it makes me feel like a big stupid head for having to pay to learn all this crap AGAIN and AGAIN. Other than that school is neat and I enjoy feeling productive ( Read more... )

yeh! punk rock!

Hm. I guess when I am happy I am not very deep. I could recount tales of our everyday life here, but why bother when no one uses lj anymore. I only maintain this because otherwise I would feel some sort of guilt for having abandoned something that once meant so much to me ( Read more... )