friday i am going on a very very long walk. 
you can come.
or not i dont care.
i will do whatever comes to me.
if you come we can do whatever comes to you too.
i dont wanna feel my knees.

i cant make anyone feel anything.
do or dont.

lez not fyte
kthnxbai

 the weather is changed, changing, becoming new. at night it is cold, so cold that fingers can freeze into a face that is touched.
i make mistakes.
remain stoic smile for the photographers everything's fine.
go ahead and tell me this isnt supposed to hurt very much.
th tv was always loud, too loud, until every emotion was measured by the half hour. we ( Read more... )

 why can i never relate to anyone anymorrrreeee

im probbly going to be an au pair for my cousin this summer. he's 8, and has a world of issues.
i love the kid and i really think i can help him. i feel really bad he's in such a sucky situation.
and has been for most of his childhood.
my family is soooo fucked up.

i feel like shit 24/7.
i hate the fact ( Read more... )

 In the mornings I write long circular journal entries when I wake up. Too early. But even though I am making steady proclamations about who I will go for next, and why, and how it will all be different, it is brutal to imagine the idea of meeting a new person. Going through the same routine. Saying the same phrases I have now said many times: the ( Read more... )

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already--the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the ( Read more... )

 My lover is experiencing reverse evolution. I tell no one. I don't know how it happened, only that one day he was my lover and the next he was some kind of ape. It's been a month and now he's a sea turtle.

I keep him on the counter, in a glass baking pan filled with salt water.

"Ben," I say to his small protruding head, "can you understand me?" and ( Read more... )

i wrote this long and indepth list of things on my mind
and i fucking hit the back key
shit.

why has it felt like ive seen no one in years?

welcome to ( Read more... )

 What you gonna do when we come for you? Correle. Correle. Andale. What you gonna do when we come for you?

Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey) Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo. Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey) Booyaka. Booyaka. Rey Mysterio.

Ya llego el Rey Mysterio. Bato cabron de San Diego. Flash up on the scene like a brown crusader. Blowing up screens ( Read more... )