I first turn in the general direction of destiny w/ my back leaning forward and my eyes hang over the ground…the view disbands into pockets of light and sound w/ a centerpiece of pity ( Read more... )

OMFG...

i'm not a teenager anymore!!!!!!

all i'm saying is...if you're jealous of anything...you've probably got your head up your ass

i'm in love w/ you...the idea of you...the loss of you...and suddenly the paper is straight and clear...upright against the table...to draw on...suddenly a desperate boy picks up his bucket and paints out a dismantled slaughtering of form and politics...green staples against a report for the ages...writting in time w/ a color i can't seem to latch ( Read more... )

...tell me if you agree or disagree but i always thought someone's pity was far more worse than their hate

eh...i don't know what it is about pity but it makes me cringe to no end...i get this powerful feeling to scream at the top of my lungs and shut the door on the outside world...crawl up in a ball and cry until my eyes are so dry i can't blink

...lust is my enemy...at times, my only companion...lust is the final drop of yearning delivered to no one...lust is a time bomb w/out a future...a past one can't recollect...lust is an unwanted child...a man burried alive...lust is a hole in the ocean...a door w/out a room...a memory w/out a place...a drop of rain in a world w/ no gravity...lust ( Read more... )

my computer is still under repair and the only chance i have at using one is at my friend's house...along w/ the 2 times out of the week i go to my history class downtown...what a bummer...and to top it off my car is in the shop until monday and i can't go to work...no cash flow, no computer, no car...no way to feel at ease w/ the world boxed out ( Read more... )

Transcendental tranquility w/out withstanding a virtual anomaly…madness circulates and fluctuates…bending, binding, surfacing at the very least...the weakest stage is usually the strongest…appearing through a mirror, the eyes are unmasked and mental…a thought is tracing through the very tip of collaborative cohesion…the mind breaks loose from a ( Read more... )

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21 grams…hmm…how should I go on? With what words could I use to explain the feeling I had walking out of the theatre w/ reece?…we both just strolled our way out into the open air, speachless…there was something beautiful we had both just learned, yet we had known it all along…21 grams…I don’t know how to go on…honestly, I don’t know much about ( Read more... )