I'm staying the weekend here in Colorado Springs. This is always weird for me. Now that my older brother is gone again, I get to sleep in my old room, which is considerably better than the lifeless room I had to stay in every time I visited last summer ( Read more... )

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And what if I don't wake up? What if none of us does? What if we all just disappear like apparitions of the virgin mary, with no proof we were ever really here ( Read more... )

If the fog were not so thick, I wouldn't fear the periscopes that follow. The unseen. The stalking ( Read more... )

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We are the one's who know how horrible comfort can be.

Fuck today.
Fuck the world.
Fuck tequilla.
Fuck vomiting.
Most of all, fuck me for doing it by choice.
I don't want to leave my room today.

Like the worms. Lifted form the soil by impartial rain. Left to dehydrate on the lonely asphalt. So am I.

"High are the waves you make for us. But not since you left have the waves come."

In the Paleolithic era, the ideal female figure was in direct contradiction to what society finds beautiful today. The most significant part of the female form was the stomach, and why wouldn't it be, when survival of the species is a viable concern. Thus, the perfect female shape was the diamond, a far cry from the hour-glass physique we have ( Read more... )

I'm having self esteem issues that I believe stem from many unanswered questions. I feel like dirt. I am dirt. So bring me tomorrow, and again I will regret waking my dreams. Again I will pass through the sunlight feeling dry. Again I will wonder what is real ( Read more... )