"To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gazeand chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,-Now that you notice it-have just moved past
Upon from the right by far trees, that white placeAs it sits ( Read more... )

My current state of existence is an anomaly.
By this I'm speaking of my indefinable astronomical distance from x.
Of course; if x = a reasonable plan of escape.

I talked to a man on the tele yesterday, he said he was "fucked six ways from sunday". I agree, wholeheartedly.

i did some psilocybin and took 3 pictures.
the other two are hilarious and vulgar. but i like this one.

edit: photobucket or whoever the fuck they are must have wiped my photos. They would have never noticed if they just archived them, they have a petabyte cluster. my entire account didn't take up more than like 50mb.

i can't sleep. but i made a new journal. thefutureofthe
this one is now extinct.
for no good reason at all.

if you ever get the chance to just look at the stars, everything heavy becomes light.

i like rock and roll.

i really love life sometimes.

ben-1, world-0.

exactly.

inner rage.

i still prefer simplicity.