So who is tired of this shit?

She is!

I'm getting another car.
And I'm losing even more touch with the people I live with.

ICE CREAM SCOOPS OUT OF MY BRAIN YOU FAT BASTARD!
I fucking hate the continuous function that is time.

The minoritism is slowly dissipating as sunday approaches.

Party hardy with irrational thinking.

Cheers, 2006.
You have been quite the brain fuck so far.
But it's a chill brain fuck.

I hate christmas.

I spoke with that other half of my existence yesterday since the latter is still out of the country ( Read more... )

All smiles?

Reality.

--Amazing what four weeks mean.
Smells of 'There Is No Turning Back Now' tango with my nose hair.
...but then other opportunity? Or is it just a tease like usual.

R.I.P. Momma Cass

I will miss you more than you know.
I loved each and every one of your imperfections.

The thoughts refuse to spill out through my fingers when they are told to, but willingly projectile vomit themselves all over my grandmother when the timing is off.
In fact, they conglomerate as an

Assembly of Word Ringleadersand claw at the shell of one night’s aura until they peel away enough organization and nestle their parasitic heads deep ( Read more... )

Hopefully the blanket in my brain will fold itself up and drape across the arm of my chair-cerebellum-continuing to exist, but rest on the sidelines so that my two feverish disillusioned halves can continue to crawl together in controlled continuum.
Kiss me softly and convince my senses to twirl in the palm of ________ hand, holding the meaning and ( Read more... )

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It's so dark outside.

And I think the twists and turns of my mind were revamped over the weekend to curl around the whole face of understanding?