-- The man who, from lack of external enemies and resistances and forcibly confined to the oppressive narrowness and punctiliousness of custom, impatiently lacerated, persecuted, gnawed at, assaulted, and maltreated himself; this animal that rubbed itself raw against the bars of its cage as one tried to "tame" it; this deprived creature, racked ( Read more... )

So uhh, Status Report:

Academic Confidence = Missing
Days Late = One, and counting
Debt = $4, 276, and counting
Rage = Corrosive
Escape Routes = Three
Resolve = Speaking to me from behind a fence
Wishes = Many
Time = Passing

Surely, I have things to say.

"And I checked the rest of his body, and sure enough, it too was cold as stone."

So on and so forth.  Too many things to do.  And too many days going by and it makes me laugh.  Maybe a change of some sort would change some things enough to change what I feel.  Privately, I am a really funny person.

Like this and ( Read more... )

Jazzy n' sleak.

*T h a n k s  g o e s  o u t  t o  m y  b a y b e s D o u g g i e  a n d  N 0 0 b e r t.*

.breathless.

I cannot get rid of this nauseated skin feeling.  My anger feels only like some receding scratch from a hand sinking into a dark pool with heaviness and scream.  I am annoyed to my teeth by this limited language and this meaty need for something to connect to.  To see something bleed and die before me, to feel that intimacy with its ( Read more... )

I can't say anything.  There is nothing to say.  Nothing that can be said.  It has been a long time since I have felt this isolated from myself.  I really have nothing to say.  There is no quiet melodrama just bellow the surface, that is oh so artfully hidden.  There is no suppressed passion but waiting to be released.  I don't know what I look ( Read more... )

"Boys that come to tea, can't expect to stay for dinner."

“America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take ( Read more... )

Alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright now ladies!  Yeah?

A few days ago I made the unfortunate mistake of watching some TV, and actually heard the phrase: "Revolutionary toilet-bowl cleaning technology."  I crossed myself with my left hand, and got on my knees to pray for humanity.

In other news, it has been a ( Read more... )

"He's so refined, I think I'll kill myself."