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Again the sunlight bars in through the shades, casting shadows in some places and eye peircing beams in others. Morning, the only time of day you may actually do something right. I go about my morning routine, which consists of recovering from all the alcohol i consumed last night, and rolling a blunt to start the day. After this, theres all kinds ( Read more... )

Whoa. Holy hell. What train just ran me the fuck over? Hurt. Broke . Shattered. Completely derailed. Theres no way to explain what i feel. Nothing can being to describe the terrible pain in my stomach. What the fuck happened? My only memories are my previous jounal entries which I have no recollection of writing. Hm. Strange. The room is clean. The ( Read more... )

my god. how long must this last? face down in the dirt. i give up. squished. beatened. bloody. i fucking give up. no longer how must it last. im folded,. theres no escaping it. 3 fifths of jim beam in hours. in done. im done. im done. can anyone explain to my body? any one. the red suite appratuss just went off. im done. im fuccccked up. just ( Read more... )

Fuck. Drunk. Disorderly. Good times. A place where i can be myself. myself is a crazed maniac who would kill anyone close enough to choke out. damn. im done for. i need rest. i often mention being fatigued. but this time im serious. a lot has drained me. I realize this is the third time i've posted today but fuck, what do you do with pure gonzo ( Read more... )

Ah. A long exhale of relief. A glass of whisky. A room filled with friends. Eutopia. A perfect place. My own freakdom. No worries-not at the moment at least. The past few days have been a blurr of tequila and xanax mixed with sober collisions and not so sober fist fights. Insanity roams in this part of the world. The time is either dramatically ( Read more... )

peace. quiet. BLACKOUT. Suddenly rumbling. Airbags deploy. My face hurts. My arm may be broken. Regaining composure. Whats going on? What the fuck? I'm still traveling 60 miles an hour through trees and yards. Must brake. Brake. Brake!! Windshield shattered. Can't see over the air bags. No seatbelt. No. seat. belt. Finally the car has come to a ( Read more... )

it seems our "goodnights" have faded into "goodmornings" and you havent left my side since the night you were mourning. it was one simple kiss. one simple touch that revolutionized my world, breaking the axis. I need you. I need you. I desperately need the touch or breath on my neck. I desperately need to collide with myself. bloody fist. broken ( Read more... )

The morning sun has faded into afternoon death. We're blistering in the heat of our own misery. Why? I wonder. What did we do to get here? Well, hell we've had one fucking good run, I'd say. But would she? This notion is what disturbs me. I often take her into account. I often bleed her soft voice and speak her language with a swollen tongue. ( Read more... )

Broken memories obscure my thoughts. Distant echos of Summer days spent drinking whisky and smoking weed openly at a park somewhere not to far from the grim reality that is Louisville Kentucky. Ah. I can still recall every detail. The laughter of children. The oblivion of parents who fail to realize the illegal and destructive acts we did on a ( Read more... )