elevator meningitis from a mountain dew: code red bottle.
code red... for meningitis.

and

this just IN: "Fat: the latest fashion faux pas."

i think i've mistaken apathy for confidence.

"We know what is right, but we don't do it."

Think of it just as a proctalgia fugax. Only, imposed by an outside source. And don't forget to cite them. Your sources.

i need to tell people things. and i think i will, soon enough. because i am tired.

and in my sleep i am sobered.

Pangs. Regrets. Dismissals. Euphoric? Dissidence. Inebriation. Laconic. Euphoric? Dovetail. Vacillate. Falter. Rebuild. Euphoric? Pangs. Regrets. Dismissals. Euphoric? Not. yet. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Euphoric?

how can laundry be so ridiculously difficult.

Hours upon hours ( Read more... )

Now so simple as the lick I wish to inflict upon your tender cheek, supple with the morning beauty that never saw a sullied day blemished with the burden of work and toil and troubles that correct themselves through time, but hinder our savoring of the moments we spend together now ( Read more... )

Somehow stolen from the river with a face that could make suns blush, the lye purified flesh on the rocks that peeked through the surface ( Read more... )

thwarted by unforseen circumstance known as 'weather'.

i am fucking frightened to hell of hasidic jews. i'm not a bigot, but i can feel them casting spells. on me.

with their curly hair.

The crow attacked the squirrel. Or did it crash? Miscalculations are inevitable. Is life just mathematics? Bread makes for a happy treat. Crumbs scatter, running from the gaping maw. Maw? Yes, they are alive ( Read more... )

Slathering friendship substitute on dry toast. I cannot drown what is overwhelmingly bland.

OMG!1!! I MADE FRIENSD!?!!!11//!