in 1493 columbus stole all that he could see....

i know i've bothered day-dreaming over it for a long while, but come spring i'm off to a goat farm, it's already halfway arranged. i trust myself to do one semester on, and one break off, and figure life out a little bit more comfortably outside of an institutionalized education. now i just need to save the monies so that i can afford to get to ( Read more... )

and so i dress up for my misery as if it's a hot date. tonight will be ridiculous. acknowledging it is the first step. living it is a whole new game to preoccupy myself. we'll see, how pathetically bored i've become. what the future looks like one day at a time. i feel like i have goat eyes, i can't take myself seriously much less these absurd ( Read more... )

it's funny how quickly time passes when i'm not depressed, the easy flow of functional tasks.

today quantum physics gave me freshly baked sugar cookies, a new book suggestion, and a new adventure in musical therapy. yay life!

i met love on the way home from school, we chatted for a while.

and we spent the hours talking about four letter words. the offenses we took to people loving us, the delicate care we took avoiding it, the deceit of society, the bitter sweet embrace of an idea and it's rotten failure to thrive ( Read more... )

i'm not sure if it's empathy or disgust i'm experiencing for the stranger i'm making casual conversation with. there is, of course, a lurking sense of gratitude to not be drowning in the usual alienation and bitterness. he's an accessory, the chances of being talked at by people trying to fuck, accost, and objectify me are lower with this token ( Read more... )

we scoop out ice cream with our fingers, but we're not savages we're deep in suburbia and we're in a fancy house not a dumpster. we lick fingers like paws and kiss and claw so long that the ice cream melts without us noticing. we step awkwardly around each other's bodies and a sterile house. this doesn't belong to me, i'm trespassing. he picks me ( Read more... )

i'm gonna have a car for a week or weekend. let's go driving, throw down for gas money, split the poverty. maybe i'll just dissapear by myself dreaming and getting lost and half ass spanging ( Read more... )

making that tea that tastes like poison and burns like a prayer ( Read more... )