'cause we were raised, to see life as fodder. Take it, if we can.

scriptwriting assignment to create a ten year high school reunion with ( Read more... )

i feel debilitated and unrecognizable. just a floaty headed ( Read more... )

he was cast out ya know, into the Earth. like a spider under a glass jar he cant get out. When whoever looked out at the first two, saw the gate and thought he was guarding it. Keeping the authoritative pride, demanding information. He was trying to get out ( Read more... )

my inner monologue sounds like Foghorn Leghorn

i say i say

give me your address i have something to mail you

the difference between a child going and getting himself a super sized number one at mcdonald's fries and a coke, and finding a box of exotic blend camel filters is when he smokes the cig he "knows" its bad for him.

this is our blind spot?

we know cigs are bad
what about the food we eat?

was is it over exposed? trying to do things... get them done. i dont know what the fuck is going on recently and its showing in my work ( Read more... )

blatherings splatttter. tar. i see myself as tar. my camera the feathers, together we establish the invisible man. let it be known like IVE GOT TO BE ME. how could that inspire me? they hear the screams of their friends and neighbors, classmates. physical torture, hung by their hands. i hear the screams of my neighbors hung by the noose of ( Read more... )

fuggin wish he was here ( Read more... )