Where do we go from here...We are in pain with or without one another. Do we wade through it in the hopes of finding light at the end of the tunnel or return to our separate shores and begin to heal? Is it folly to accept such torment in the hopes of having her knowing that my reward may only be disappointment? I think she is worth the risk but I ( Read more... )

 A static charge lingers at my finger tips
progeny of the storm deeper down
it rose to the surface, so eager to escape
lighting on my tongue, I spoke from hurt
flitting through my legs, I ran away
and behind my eyes
it illuminated a truth
I had no desire to share

My teeth sweat venom in the face of these recurrent offenses. I feel your wrenching fist worming through my chest. The taste of a verdant hunger stains my mouth, an echo of your kiss. 

 A threat of failure comes with every test
thin walls hungrily invite great doubt
no novelty, this thunderhead in a jar
yet no solace waits in face of this fact

a frightening lack of community among 
those hair-trigger explosives among us
self-imposed exile only serves to prime
the more alone, the more eager to burn

I just felt like leaving a note somewhere, and not my blod on myspace, that I am drunker than hell. I drank a full quarter of a bottle of dark rum, finishing the first bottle I have ever done in on my own. However, I seem to remain able to type. I guess that just means that the skill is just too ingrained in me. However, as I do so, the apartment ( Read more... )

So era isn't really the word for it, but it sounds nice. Anyways, I think I'm done with this damned thing. Expect to see any further "blogs" (I hate that word, but its applicable) on my myspace account. I'm sure that is very distressing to the two people who read this thing, but hey, got to move on. Still haven't decided if I want to delete this or ( Read more... )

So the concert was nice and all. The opening bands were actually better than Chevelle. I hate to say it, but Chevelle did not put on a good show. They're music just doesn't seem to work live. But that does not mean that the trip was a bust. The main event was the mosh pit. Losing myself in that madness was theraputic. It was the perfect arena for ( Read more... )

The best layed plans of mice and men, yadda yadda yadda. I swear, thunder is the worst day of the year for me. If I ever make plans even remotely concerning the event, things fallapart. So on to the fun. As I was getting ready to go to Joe and Steve's, I get a call from my mother telling me that she and my sister had a fight. Jenni was drunk, ( Read more... )

I FUCKING HATE THUNDER OVER LOUISVILLE.

Satan, reporting live from Time Square. Well, actually, I'm at the hostel. Good news: no one has offered me weed then whisked me away to be killed by freako europeans. Bad news: not much enjoyment too be had. I've seen some amazing stuff, but it just isn't that fun without anyone I know here with me. The people I am here with are a bit on the ( Read more... )