Another unread blog/rant from a dude on your friends list who writes things about himself and is curious in doing so, about how you feel about it because the format of blogging and social networking is a playground in which the slides are replaced by connectivity- WEE ( Read more... )

I'm a circus of nervous ticks and ( Read more... )

A shadow falls over a pocked hillside ( Read more... )

Losing both my parents and all of my Grandparents and not really having any notable connection with the remainder of my family has left me feeling encumbered with a special kind of loneliness. I feel cut off from pieces of myself I can never get back or fully understand ( Read more... )

Tears pulled out of me like the puss bursting from a heroin abscess ( Read more... )

Mechanically separated colors ( Read more... )

Like the first rain after the flood that followed the drought.
I'm, tragically, a step behind.
Pouring faith into a leaky box, then bottling up within vault.
One way or another, I'm creating a fault.
I'll burst before I turn scotch.
Burst, or find somebody to take me on the rocks.

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Who the fuck still reads this shit?

Now, I'm nowhere near being antagonistic with religion like maybe I once was in the past or will surely be in the future but I got a few things to say ( Read more... )

The sun braved dusty blinds and a thick plane of glass to light the living room up. A feint musty smell of dogs filled the air, but only for the visitor without that inane tolerance one builds up subconsciously over time. My knuckles were bleeding down to my fingertips. I hadn't punched the sidewalk, so much as I lashed my knuckles along it with a ( Read more... )

Time is a pressure on the measure of intermittence between the wholly consuming affliction of grief that crashes into my consciousness ( Read more... )