I havent even begun to scratch into my journal, this was all just loose leaf paper i had in the inside cover. My body is tired, and my mind is over whelmed. I am going to rest, and ill pick this up tomorrow, right where i had left it today.

Peace, Love, Unity,
    Enchilada Jimmy

25) The blades tell tales of thier ownEverythings fallen apart, Fallen to ash. Even after this monsoon of fire, ash coats the land, into this pale, soft, sedating grey. No matter what is burnt down, ash will remain. No matter how hard i fight, or struggle, or try to dounce the reality in flames, ash remains, and it reminds me of what had previously ( Read more... )

I'll bite my tounge til ive bled dry (Continued ( Read more... )

I'll bite my tounge until i've bled dry.
A collection of writing from junior year.

1)A means to my endI forgot ( Read more... )

There is so much inside of you ( Read more... )

(baptise yourself in shame ( Read more... )

what a crock of shit.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MOTHER FUCKER

Drones work so hard before they die and give up on thier pretty little homes...

jesus christ died for nothing i suppose