"On whom", not "with whom."  Fucker.

My lips are stained purple with wine, and my fingers are swollen and sweaty.  This is where we begin.  We end with me on a couch, numb and alone in an empty room somewhere in the hills - thinking lonely thoughts only because I know I can.  But we are not there yet.  This is not the end, we’ve just begun.

I think that my crystal glass has been ( Read more... )

I love big screen T.Vs.  I love them in my living room.  I love that they cost as much as my tuition.  I love that things like that don't mater.

I don't care.  Neither should you. 

AWFUL

There is a desperation inside me, because I cannot put ( Read more... )

Friends, we are really no longer children. 
I am fighting the force inside me that reduces me to nothing more than social games.
I have already gone to waste. 
Because there is so much more information now, though it is fleeting, there is no platform from which to make a claim.
The thing with you, parasite, is that when you suck your prey dry, you ( Read more... )

Tonight was a waste of perfume.  Fuck off, I'm going to bed. 

I am not afraid tonight.  I can openly admit tonight.  I sit at the newly assembled desk, in the newly occupied room and for some reason I have the fearlessness to go back - to go far back into embarrassing episodes and revisit darkly honest confessions of a friend.  What surprises me most about rereading someone’s journal is the fact that it is ( Read more... )

Lord, it is time. This was a very big summer.
Lay your shadows over the sundial,
and let the winds loose on the fields.

Command the last fruits to be full;
give them two more sunny days,
urge them on to fulfillment and throw
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Who has no house now, will never build one.
Whoever is alone now, will long remain so ( Read more... )

.declination.

The night before, I sit at the kitchen table thinking about the impact of loss.  How lasting its totality can be.  Such thoughts only belong to the night before when things are happening like they aren’t.  Struggling in my chair, crooked and adjusting, and nothing happening.  - I see a struggle, a fist beating into the table ( Read more... )