It's time to disengage. Time to leave it all behind. It's time to run before I lose my fucking mind. It's time we talked. It's time we shared. It's time we realize noone cared. It's time to sink. It's time to swim. Even though the future is looking mighty dim. It's time we walked, hand in hand. And discussed all the lost dreams we planned. It's ( Read more... )

She said the time has to come to say goodbye ( Read more... )

I have no direction. Some people would say that is a bad thing. I may just agree with them. But how can we have direction in life? We only know what other people have told us since the moment we were born. And I don't neccessarily feel I need a certain direction in life. There are lots of different possibilities. So many things to open your eyes. I ( Read more... )

All around me are familiar faces ( Read more... )

Life is crazy. I am moving in two weeks. Thats about it for good news. Speedie crashed on his longboard going down slaughters grade a while back. I thought he was going to die. ME and Rachell drove him down to the hospital where he had to get ten stitches in his head. I hate life. Thats all.

Up with love. down with hope. dissect yourself and try to cope. the race was lost. the battle long. kill yourself to a slow song. the day is done. the night is young. don't forget to load your gun. don't forget my lullaby. if I was goine would you even cry? the time is now. the sun has set. don't erase your mind just yet. the time will come to pull ( Read more... )

Speedie's house. Party tonight. Ought to be interesting. Me and Rachell are moving in three weeks. Out of Delta away from all this bullshit. Until we move and realize the same bullshit is everywhere we go. Oh well at least I can lie to myself. I'm off of probation now. I'm just a stoned loser like I was before. So you can all make fun of me and ( Read more... )

Broken bottles spinning a green kaliedescope of justice. Of Blood spreayed in two tone on the street signs of desire. Like flesh left baking in the sun from my most recent sixty mile an hour crash. Dark nooks and crannies a headtrip into the street. An unfounded emotion response to criticism. Choices and crytpic voices lacerating out t.v broadcast ( Read more... )

I took a picture of a golden reflection ( Read more... )

The internet. What a lovely place, I just learned how to make a bomb out of vegetable oil.
Imagine if that information got into unsafe hands.
hahaha.