Roseville was cool.

blunts, corona, 13, cops, and cranky van rides.

" i heard this is where the party's at"
"who do u know here?"
"um, Jennifer."
"oh"
"Okay. Good."

You'd swear you've heard it before as it slowly rambles on and on, No need  in bringing 'em back because they're never really gone. 

time to start  new job time.

more money. shit ya and shit!

next weekend baby!
camping, acid, hotel parties,
luckiam- atmosphere- grieves- and with any luck more of the living legends crew.

I CANT FUCKING WAIT!

The problem with me, is co-dependency ( Read more... )

Michelle has been hitting me up on myspace as of late. she wants to kick it again.
so mason. whats up? lets get that old tire assassin club back together for another stupid night.
you in?

it's been too long since we spoke

your sarcasm radiates unhappiness

so withdrawn and rooted deep inside

are you content at twenty-seven

were you hopeful at 17?

a void the size of oceans stretches out between us

i guess our blood is suppose to be a bridge

can you pull yourself up from this self hatred

can you pull yourself up

frustrations driven you to angry ( Read more... )

hella get to see my mom for the first time in like 4 years.
SICK

BEACH DAY '07.

I shot a Warhol
Dead with my pistol
When the wind hit the hole
In the canvas it whistled
Beautiful with no frame
A face with no name
Glass full of cold fame
Chased it with slow pain.

you know it.

the problem with life is i cant trust most of what i see.... fuck it i guess the problem with life must be me.