a good friend from my past comes along and teaches me about fatalism

a believer is born

i hope i die in my sleep i hope i die in my sleep i hope i die in my sleep i hope i die in my sleep i hope i die in my sleep i hope i die in my sleep i hope i die in my sleep i hope i die in my sleep i hope i die i hope i die i dope get high got dope get high got dope get high

happy Thanksgiving you heartless bastard

I hate you for torturing me
And I bet it makes you happy
You win
I lose
All you ever wanted to hear
I can't look forward to tomorrow
And for that I hate myself
And that is what I fear

I'm having a Japanese horror marathon by myself this evening and I'm particularly enjoying it. I'm also looking forward to lying down on a heating pad in my big, beautiful bed on memory foam pillows wrapped in fine goose-down and reading the rest of Everything Is Illuminated which, although passe, is an hilarious novel. "I should just get a dog." ( Read more... )

suffering from joie de vivre ( Read more... )

insomnia you put a rift between me n' my baby

I am happy after a 100% sober night with my friends in the woods. Truly happy. I can't remember the last time I felt so cleansed. I feel my depression is wearing off.

I call it "ChuckJack Bukerouac"

rode into the storm
on an air of dejection
like all women scorned
Hera just screamed invective
neck craned toward the sky
she shrieked to the vastness
ZEUS, YOU CAN LEAVE
BUT YOU'LL NEVER MOVE PAST IT!

I frequently feel amorous to anyone who kisses my back and neck and want to wrap myself around them, clinging desperately dangerously like the Snake slithering out from the Tree of Knowledge