Catch your attention? But it's true, I spent my afternoon sitting in a room with about seven other women, discluding the two women presenting the sex products, trying out (STOP RIGHT THERE. I'm talking about massage oils, etc.) a few samples and tallying up possible purchases. Totally not my cup of tea but in about seven days I'll be recieving ( Read more... )

Eyes ( Read more... )

The moments I try to dwindle in longer are it. "It" being everything that I don't think about and just enjoy. The ones that I don't keep track of that I don't count and don't count on. They simply are and that is what I know my life should be about. Cabaret in the parking lot with my friends. Hand on hand spinning and not thinking. Life ( Read more... )

A glass Mother Mary collects my ashes without a choice because that is what all the good little saints and servants do. If religion is your nicotine then what would my cigarette be? Tar lines the walls of my lungs and my veins and my heart and I wonder, was it before or after religion that humanity fell apart ( Read more... )

My skin is peeling in in patches of acrylic mud on my hands. There is more of me dropping onto this table than I have been able to find in months. I thought I had digested art but now it has begun consuming me.

You Are 72% Open Minded
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We're lacking something
good
something good
Is this all for nothing?
( Show me the goods. Something good yeah... )

let's go on pretending we can't see our imperfections scratching at the eyes of our friends our mothers our employers. those strangers. like wild animals we sit down to drink our choca mocha dopaminechiattos and have our civilized conversations using our language like fangs to bite down the backs of our friends and our mothers, our employers. ( Read more... )

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The trip was really nice and I have a lot of stories, but now that I'm home I almost hate that I went. I love New York, I really do. It will probably always be my passion...but I feel so miserable being home. I'm a completely different person here than I was in Pennsylvania. I get angry and I hit things. I can't control myself. I can't sleep ( Read more... )

My father got into this Greenday obsession a few months back, and he would play American Idiot (the entire album, not just the song) nonstop every time he was in the car. Which is a lot, considering not only does he commute on weekdays, but on the weekends, he is in and out of the house like a bad trend. Recently, he got into this Neil Young kick, ( Read more... )