tied tight beneath your wings ( Read more... )

i want to write. i'm not sure what i want to write, but i'm itching, and this is the first scratch pad that came to mind. i could stretch for my journals but they're buried in drawers and under the waving of pencil shavings. so i'll see if i can spray it all here. i just want to go go go. um. ok. go? i catch myself constantly on coincidence ( Read more... )

I feel strange inside my stomach. I'm leaving for Oregon tomorrow. Everything is about to change rather drastically. For now I will read Sartre until I feel able to sleep.

i'm just gonna keep putting rhymes in here so i continue to get responses from that mystery mc ( Read more... )

silently stalking surrender

if you line up all your garbage correctly ( Read more... )

1. What is your favorite song? (You can only pick one ( Read more... )

i'm the other white meat ( Read more... )

i write my rhymes with a golden pen ( Read more... )