Doing this and that and this and then some. Doing the heel toe through stomping grounds of old. It's like high school with a seedier pulse, making my face an indistinct mask and imprinting my soulstuff on wallpaper yellowed with nicotine. Residual impressions of a collegiate nonparticipant. Big words for a... fuck if I know ( Read more... )

Tell your mother to marry him ( Read more... )

crazy me crazy. crazy me goes
talking to fingers, speaking to toes
making new friends, forgetting the old
me run me hot. me run me. me run me cold.

yeah... not feeling quite right lately.

I hate this blog crap but I haven't written a word that isn't an essay in the past three months so maybe maybe maybe ( Read more... )

Things. Lots of things ( Read more... )

More and more fantasies of the entire town in flames pop into my head. They make me happy. Very little else is as effective.

Fucking burn.

Do not try to contact me through AIM. it, like most aspects of this toshiba POS, does not function properly.

I am moving into a house for two months and living alone with some cats. this will be an even further isolation or else a drastic immersion into the world of social experience as it is located downtown. i hope that i can handle it. i hope i do this right.

things things things. making friends sometimes. i cant remember any of their names. i am drinking too too much. a lot easier to do than thinking ( Read more... )

my cellphone is fucked. it is ruined beyond repair, remorse or recompense. it is dead dead dead, blinking on and off in the final nerve-spasms of a life spent irritating everyone around it with awkward screams of digital madness and news that continues to get bad and worse ( Read more... )