wow, i haven't posted in here in over a month. i’ve been busy, with actual jobs, so i haven't had a lot of time to do anything creative: writing or thinking about the ill sentiments of this modern life, hence my scant existence on this site ( Read more... )

so i was on an elevator at work today with meryl streep. she looked quite good all dressed down, hair up and a bit taller than i expected. she was busy talking to one of those guys who just epitomize the entertainment industry. you know, designer t-shirt that costs more than i make in a week, fancy jeans and hair all messed up in that i'm so ( Read more... )

We exploit your tragedy. It’s what we do best. We do it to sate the lives of those who have no tragedy, who wish only to sit and pretend to understand others and their pain. A thousand questions, like leaves on a maple tree, endless and of hefty bounty, trying to find the one that tugs; unravels like a string and sends them all crashing down in ( Read more... )

where did your journal go? you're one of four people i actually like on my friends list, everyone else can delete their journals because i don't care. i hope this was just a flaw with the server because i want to find out what happens with you and b and the scary spiders and filthy cockroaches crawling beneath your bare feet oh and what nicole ( Read more... )

Because of loxie who got it from spasmsproject1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you ( Read more... )

nate died. peaceably and seemingly for once in his brief moments totally happy, his face a mirror of joys i had never known before. i know it was soft and i know he left well, but i cannot help but feel lost now, knowing what this means, knowing my brick and mortar house of coffins and dysfunction will be closing shop one last time with a ( Read more... )

job number six or seven hundred. i don't even know anymore. just like everyone before i didn't get it.

fuck the entire universe.

this street is uninspired. the way the light gets in, tucked around the tall corners. reminders and remnants of simple days, almost naively so. the feel of rough carpet fibers on the back, the manner in which beds creak when you breathe and shuffle aimlessly, unconsciously. the basking aftereffects of dusk and the softly settling sun. enjoying ( Read more... )

we are not users ( Read more... )

to all those who wished to change the world ( Read more... )