I wanted for words to be meaningless. I wanted for them to be water down a sewer, trickled with dust and laced with shit, looking like something you'd love to get your hands on. I wanted for words to be meaning. Maybe even to the point where my voice is black and empty but then I realized that they are thunder. They are lighting. They are rain ( Read more... )

I've run off to a Peruvian forest towards the vine of souls.

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Spent the better part of the afternoon dying fabric (drop cloths). Tip #107: Do so in a well ventilated area.

Feeling kind of woozy.

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I was a tangled mess of yarn in search of enlightenment at seventeen. Eighteen, nineteen. All I wanted was to waste away in the deep Pacific and scribble my mind on banana leaves I would wipe off with soft damp rags in a pile below my bed. I would drown in the early mornings and come back home before the sun sat directly above me. With bare ( Read more... )

Tap. Tap-tap. Tap tap. Tap-tap taptap tap. Tap tap tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptap-tap. Tap tap ( Read more... )

Hibernation and escapsim since November. Smokey nights. Sleepless days. On a rickety old bar stool that screams terror everytime it's touched. I've decided my life, I think but I still lie awake thinking about nothing nada nil and glide through the supermarket with bood ridden faces and inky eyes. Per-fucking-fection ( Read more... )

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I just woke up. It kind of feels like any other day.

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