Dear God,

Please explain to me why it is that you haven't put an end to the miserable wastes of flesh that wrap this world in a moist meat hug. Also, you totally owe me, I don't know, maybe three - no, four hundred bucks.

You're a bitch.

Truculently yours,

David.

When I reach the apartment on Cortland Avenue I instinctively reach for my phone to call her and ask her to let me in. Holding the phone in my hand for a moment I stare at the gray metal gate that bars the entry way to a room that's felt like more of a home to me than any other place I've stayed over the past three years. It's absolutely terrifying ( Read more... )

Every so often I feel the urge to type up and post one or two of the thoughts that occasionally form throughout my daily life but, alas, I typically find myself staring at a lone blinking cursor surrounded by a desert of blankness. In some cases a few sentences, maybe even a paragraph, find their way to the page only to be stricken from existence ( Read more... )

ljkjkl;afsaasdfasdf;llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllljfijdkjslkayddd
I've wasted so much time on people that didn't deserve any of my attention. Oops.

I am so very glad that I decided to transfer to a different fishbowl. Not only are my new owners considerate enough to provide decorative pebbles to spruce up the real-estate, they replace the old pebbles with new ones before the shit to pebble ratio becomes unbearable. Many of the fish in the new bowl are all too aware of the fact that I am of a ( Read more... )

I don't know what to make of my relationship with my girlfriend.

I have become part of the human race.

I envy all and none.

go to hell

I despise those that have both a better understanding of the world around them, and of themselves. I am envious, not only of their courage to continue on the path of self improvement despite the sense of futility that surrounds it, but also the humbleness that they maintain when discussing personal achievement. If it were a better world, a world ( Read more... )

Ten till nine. The morning fog has come and gone, traffic is at a dull roar, and I am sitting, half naked and unable to sleep, on my bed. The floor is covered with clothes, loose change, books, newspapers, compact discs, amplifiers, and a mattress that is accompanied by neither box spring nor frame. My coffee table, the one piece of furniture that ( Read more... )

The owner of the bookstore that I shop at instructed me to take care when choosing what I read because it would shape my thoughts. I wish she was right. I wish that my mind was malleable like clay; waiting be to formed into some magnificent surprise by the able bodied hands of an artist. Instead I find a series of riddles, puzzles, and mazes that ( Read more... )

Like a little boy I press my face against the window and my greedy eyes take in as much of Chicago's bright lights as they can before the plane lands. On my way to the baggage claim I find that every sterile detail that has remained unchanged over the past eighteen months seems to shout out in a celebratory manner, "Welcome home motherfucker." As I ( Read more... )