i went for this nice walk.
it was what I'd been neeeding.
now I want to break things constantly.
like bottles on the tracks or something
don't ever talk to me again.

i fell flat on my face. i wont lie
I hate this.
I have a hate for this.
why'd we end up here
why that happen.

I'm unemployed, starting right now ( Read more... )

damn it, I have the whole weekend to make unlimited free xerox's. how great is it.!
I started my new zine finally. now I just have to keep working on it. I want to, I really do, but it's not automatic like it used to be.

I do love that xerox machine tho, ooohhhweeee. I wish Chester Carlson was my boyfriend.

I hope I'm not getting soft. I should take a few shots of tequila and punch my pillows or something, cuz I don't wanna get all romantic about everything all the time ( Read more... )

I called in sick to work today, so I'm taking it upon myself, to drink and stay up late on a monday night, just so I seem residually sick in the morning.

how do you go about escaping the feeling I've got? Avoiding the bedroom doesn't work, but I'm trying. maybe I'll sleep in the kitchen tonight. or the bathtub.

the play button is broke off, and I'm stuck in static.

so i sang you a song, neither one of us should ever recall.

if you are still there, if you care enough to be keeping it up, you will know, that you lived a life worth remembering, even if the details fall to shit, the words never get written and the images never captured onto anything that lasts.

there is something disposable about keeping it

dyed my hair black just to fool you into thinking I'd changed.

but it's the bruise of october that is fading.

and it's my desires and what I'll give them to that will be unrecognizable.

I could tell something was going to get me last night. It was one of those days, where you can sence the dislocation of normalcy. I expected it differently tho, but my head was changed, some cosmic misalignment ( Read more... )