i am sick and fucking tired of making the wrong decision

well to the one or two people who may not know the story of my wonderful journey to prosser, i finally was able to leave friday afternoon, but  the best part was about 13 miles outside kennewick my new pos car fucked me over. i slept at lisas apartment and had to get up the next day only to drive halfway back to my home in oregon and the rest the ( Read more... )

I am coming home

i threw my hat to the sky ( Read more... )

the words you wrote stained my memory, to this day i remember sitting in front of my computer staring at each letter, and knowing that while it hadnt happened yet, it would, and it would be for real, and though it hadnt ended yet, i knew it would, but it would last forever and stay real for me. It doesnt keep me from sleep any longer, and i am ( Read more... )

i can still see their faces, lined in pain, covered gracefully and temporarily by their smiles. i think back to whose lips have touched whose and what it meant each time, back to intertwined fingers that resembled shoelaces. the uniforms we wore to hang out with congregating groups of unique individuals, that were truly all the same. oh what it was ( Read more... )