we dream of ways to break these iron bars ( Read more... )

i feel that so much of my life has been one long dream...
i think that this may change everything. the more i read, the more i feel that i can link back so many things to the way i have felt.
so tired. so unhinged.

dreaming and waking in rapid succession.

fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. fuck life. ( Read more... )

tomboy.

no one seems to understand what i mean when i refer to "pretty girl". i don't literally mean pretty girls. girls who look good. girls who are attractive. what i refer to when i say "pretty girls" are those girls. you know the ones. everyone does. they walk in three or four deep wearing heels with their jeans. their hair is ( Read more... )

really, we never left salem. we have different words; instead of "witch", we say "whore", "slut", "bitch". the gallows have been replaced by the school yard, the home, the neighborhood lanes. no matter how quaint, they are still the scenes of our crucifixion.

We hear them... sayin'
How you get a rude and a-reckless?
Don't you be so crude and a feckless
You been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudie can't fail

We reply
I know that my life make you nervous
But I tell you that I can't live in service
Like the doctor who was born for a purpose
Rudie can't fail

by bob dylan

Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity

Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity

Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
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i know almost nothing is going to change. at least for me. but that storm you're talking about is something i've been putting out of mind for a long time. i can see it in my periphery. it's not coming for me, but there will be some rain. a tornado that's going to temporarily toss up a few memories my way ( Read more... )

sometimes feels like a strange and frightening habit. at times i choose to avoid it for long periods of time and at others i feel an insatiable compulsion to read and re-read my own words, and to think about them. to punish myself with old feelings. and it seems like so many things i do are an attempt at self-punishment ( Read more... )

as a river flows
surely to the sea.
darling, so it goes;
some things are meant to be.