fucking fuck.

i guess it gets really fucking personal, sometimes ( Read more... )

this thing that i have made, with songs after song of staying up late, of watching the sun come up from the backs of stolen cars, the ones we drove all night through the graveyard - this thing is growing cumbersome. i have left and been left, more recently, and i cannot imagine a more fitting process. i can write about anything, it seems. i can ( Read more... )

last night i was nowhere ( Read more... )

i need new shoes
these kicks are tattered and discolored
also, some jeans

lethargy
laziness
losing
lost
low

its okay.
it keeps coming, just rub your eyes.
they get red and everyone knows about your problem,
but the wrong one.
look around, if you can.
take a walk and breathe some better air.
breathe better, some

sell everything
get out while you can
st. louis, saint louis
is the only one

its okay
you fucked up hard
you're a fuck up

feels distinctly worthless, in a down and out sort of way.

succinct,
odd dreams.

i don't know what this is anymore, exactly ( Read more... )