i think what i need is a shot with someone who can look me in the eye and say "i Know You. and i Love You Because of that." and a Real hug that someone means. and a good punch in the arm.

tom waits, bourbon, hitting things, burgers, fries, beer, and video games.

doesnt get any better than that.

well, only if there didnt have to be getting up for work the next morning.

no matter what else. Now is Now. and i will do everything i can to stay in it.

To Gunfighters And Angels. Always Back To Back.

i hate you, you fucking whore.

fuck your love and fuck your honesty. neither will ever be enough and in fact, will only end up hurting people more.

you have destroyed the one thing you swore never to hurt. your fucking word means nothing.

fuck you.

FUCK YOU.

i fucking hate you.

if Love invites you out to shoot pool, no matter how late, no matter how you feel, GO.

trust me. the night will fucking Rock.

vitriol is never becoming.

sometimes, all i want to do is beat my head into a brick wall until the hate bleeds out. until this waste of a fucking life bleeds out.

"all i want to do is kill and kill and kill"

yeah. its a lot like that. directions the only thing different.

words drunk as my blood made of bourbon stumble uselessly through the dull ache in my head. flashes of you in the dark in the light in the fear in the love in the pain in the bliss in the Moments stolen between hell and morning. a desperate wish granted for the first time against no ones soul. time bended its will and stopped the earth just long ( Read more... )

have i ever clearly expressed how fucking frustrating it is to not have the words to explain how i feel? its amazing i have any goddamn hair left on my head ( Read more... )

i will never understand entire parts of this world. of this life. of the way people are to each other ( Read more... )

burn your maps.

nothing is what it seems and there is no way to ever know.

hope is by far the harshest four-letter word ever created.