Every day, I wake up from the same dream. I'm staring down into a chasm, with my reflection staring back at me. I'm terrified of emptiness, petrified by this abyss, choking like an arid fish and incidentally, I insist, I long to cease and to desist. So in the open moment when I rub these sleepy eyes, it's repeatedly the same surprise to find my ( Read more... )

I still taste the tobacco in my mouth, mixed with the less tenacious flavor of frozen grapes. Wedged into my ears are white earbud headphones, and I am listening to some very unorthodox, almost abstract european electronica. Now my girlfriend is ready to go. It's been a long day of restlessness, of waiting, of reluctant, miserable patience, and ( Read more... )

"You're so cute," she told me. She'd somehow mastered the art of being both condescending and flattering, soothing my bruised ego as she stomped it further into the dirt ( Read more... )

I stared up into his eyes, and I felt the warm saliva dripping down the length of my chin. There was no mercy in those cold black corneas. I tried to reach around to feel my shoulder blades, to caress my soft white wings, those that I already knew were broken from the impact of the fall. To my shock and amazement, he hesitated to sink his fangs ( Read more... )

There is a lady who lives down the hall, and I call her Old Yeller. I call her Old Yeller because she yells a lot, and by the sound of her voice I am guessing she is above 40. I presume there is someone else living with her in that little studio apartment, mostly out of some optimistic faith within myself that exists only to stop me from making ( Read more... )

Welcome to Earth! We're all mad here, and those of use who fail to hide it well, we have our places for them. We think in terms of want, not have. We focus not on good, but bad, and inwardly we cry, not laugh. But outside, yes; we laugh ( Read more... )

Monday morning can't come soon enough ( Read more... )

My girlfriend plays Animal Crossing, and I find it absolutely adorable. In other news, I woke up over two hours before class today in an effort to actually get there on time for once. Now here I am, on the internet. I suppose I am hopeless ( Read more... )

Working at Hollister has caused me to really hate people. Ok, hate is a strong word. And I'm not taking it back. How hard is it to put a pair of sweatpants back on the table you got them from? How hard is it to put some fucking clothes back in a closet, instead of leaving them on the floor in the fitting room? Or instead of coming over to me, ( Read more... )

For those of you who don't know, I have a private journal that I devote solely to collecting my prayers. Although I don't exactly maintain it as well as I often think I should, I've found it both therapeutic and useful for helping me sort out my thoughts and connect with what I like to think of as God. However, today I feel that the things I want ( Read more... )