The Prodigal Son is here once more. Today I wrote. Generally I would not be making any kind of anything about something as generally basic about this. However this marked the first time in over four months that I picked up the pen, let the ink flow, letting my thoughts be transferred onto paper thus becoming even less understandable. I bought a new ( Read more... )

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So it's been a while, ITB has since passed as well as LAV and most of my first semester of college. Lately I've been trying to find validation in stupid things and keep failing get it, first I want to apologize to everyone whos has been on the receiving end of my emotional blunderbuss when this happens. I know, though I hate the fact that its true ( Read more... )

In 16 day I graduate for this hellhole known as ITB, then I can once more be with mine. My kitchen, my music, my room, my hookah, my beer, my bed, my fucking firends. They stopped making Gauloises, this might be the last pack I ever smoke, it only took me 18 months of living in watertown to get a pack. Life needs more coffee. Last week I found ( Read more... )

Once more I have let myself fall into the ocean and let it carry me as it desires, to drop like a ball and bob to an fro in the waves and see what beach I wash up on. Ten weeks till I return to the place I consider home, ten weeks to drift. I don't mean that in any negative sort of way, its just that I got tired of feeling bad so indiference has ( Read more... )

The glass is alway half empty or less, life is bothersome but what are you gonna do. There is too much allegory and metaphor in everything. People are just there to use you for the next five minutes and then let the next horde have your sanity, humans fucked up the planet. People are just shit you get in trouble for killing. I am a stereotilpically ( Read more... )

Today was one of those days that just are. Hunng out with some friends, wathced a movie, longed for other friends but in the end it possesed that quality of not being fucked up. It's one of those occasions where you think " purgatory type stuff happesn to not to terrible people" or somthing like that I guess. On another front this saturday I return ( Read more... )

So tonight I did my thing where I go walking to not be home and as I'm walking by the bar across the street from the gas staion some dude asked to speak to me, being the super duper cool dude I am I heard his plight, then started asking me about selling him some rock, then I was all like "what" and he was all like " rock...cocaine man" then I was ( Read more... )

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My best friend has been galivanting about Europe for the last 10 days and I am angry at existence for providing me with yet another saturday night in which I stay alone and sober with no chance of human contact whatsoever.(Random drunks about town do not count as "human.") Hanging out with Mer derustifing her bike, then mad cookery 'twas fun and it ( Read more... )