Bonfire in the woods, guitar, tamborine, bongos, darkness, and a bottle of stolen champagne.

"Comfortable, the return is, from that odyssey into the heart of heartless suburbia. We made it beat for a moment, we gave it life and bid the shadows retreat into their shelter under rocks and deep in the brush..."

they dig in the ground for broken glass
because of the blemished, dirty shine.

but look at all the cuts!

Let's all play with ambiguity, come on, it's obviously fucking cool. Pretentious statements of logic that run in circles to impress while saying absolutely nothing ( Read more... )

what shames grace your red eyed face...

what motivates self destruction is most certainly tied to the wrists of others

Suave, debonair young metrosexuals experiment freely with tight-fitting clothes and feminine accessories to give the illusion of fashion...


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What was that, my asian princess? Pictures, you say? You'll have all the pictures you want, love. 'Cause I'm arrogant and conceited!

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And even the best of us babbles into incoherance, and utters gasps like a drowning victim, pleading for air, only "Just stop, please, just stop, please god god god just stop just leave me alone just love me please oh fucking please" It's all lovely, I know. It's all so beautiful, and I'm sick to my stomach.

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Is Ionesco really so absurd? : A critical comparison of the 'Theatre of the Absurd' with contemporary realism in literature of the mid-twentieth century.

I might be too ambitious. This would require reading a lot more fucking books.
Someone offer me a direction for my paper. Any which way, it just needs to goIn other news, how 'bout that ( Read more... )

"I SEE EVERYTHING TWICE!"