again.

again.

again.

at least i was wearing gold, i wrecked it

at least im not sad, dejected, rejected.

instead i feel like it was just expected.

ah. to reach the point of saturation.

instead of pointless ego masturbation

while its my own castration.

evil succubus + swamp kitty will probably dominate all that is left.

i love my friendships right now ( Read more... )

i have been reading joseph campbell's power of myth while writing my short story author papers. The combination has been really powerful. I love reading things that just prod questions out of your head. its a huge awareness opening. i feel as though im constantly more self-aware, self-examining. just the process of thinking is refreshing after the ( Read more... )

"Now she walks through her sunken dream .To the seats with the clearest view. And she's hooked to the silver screen, But the film is sadd'ning bore
For she's lived it ten times or more."

im into it.

im in the best mood of my life. and i know that annoying to say.

she was a widow with four cats and no on to save her.
she drank her tea from mustard yellow cups
her murtled blue yellow hat looked quite fetching from the timbers
and the timbers would creak down on her fetching hat
and then her four cats would take her tea
and sup in in four mustard cups

ratatat/ the faint

could not be more sold out.

i bought an ebony bunny, a crodile mirror and a leather jacket.

look at me arent i soo happy ( Read more... )

dancing with tears in my eyes...weeping for the memory of a life gone by ( Read more... )

i used to be really funny.

im too overwhelmed with stimuli ( fuck me) to respond.

i can play a good game of coker.

sometimes i really need to dance it out.

just like a private dancer.

finally. this thanksgiving im in control.
not like its a game.
or anything.

somebody give me some cranberry sauce. im owning this holiday.