Your voice of alienation and words of solitude recall filed away memories. These nostalgic incidents come up the same way gin goes down, bitterly burning all the way through and then instantly replaced by that warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow. Alot is proven and can be seen through your epic sonic landscape. The bombardier planes ( Read more... )

During laundry today, I came across a used condom that had been washed in one of the pockets of my jeans. I should've asked your number. Instead, I tossed it in that lint-filled wastebasket.

Ours is a past of two incongruent stories.

I had purposely forgotten you, although I always knew where you were. In the end isn't forgetting nothing more than fighting the fact of your overstated presence? Well, sometimes it's that who you least talk to that lends you the best ear. I've avoided you. Like the plague. A constant reminder of who I wasn't, still I feel there's enough of an ( Read more... )

Beautiful friends, the end.

does anyone even read this shit anymore? have you lost as much interest on my life as much as i have? i'm thinking of deleting.

Am I really running of things to say? It's nearly 3 am and I have yet to do ANY work for today. I was staring blankly at microsoft word for about an hour when I decided to just say fuck it and label this night a failure. I've been out of sorts lately (so much that I felt this strong urge to update my livejournal). I've been listening to Johnny Cash ( Read more... )

Currently, I've listened to ( Read more... )

alright, so i'm in paris. it's 3:32 am on sunday and i'm drunk off of some cheap wine and beer that i bought at the supermarket. its great. this place is amazing. i fall in love every five minutes with every other girl i see walking down the street. i wish i had more to say but the wine is getting the better of me. hopefully more updates will ( Read more... )

'There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away, it's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago...is this death really you? do these dreams have any meaning? no, no, i think it's more like ghosts that's been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing. Something more like a feeling ( Read more... )