i'm writing this entry with 10% of the money that i have left ( Read more... )

I'm freaking out. Not thinking straight. This isnt what it used to be, im stuck in a goddamn catch 22....fuck home...and almost a fuck this place ( Read more... )

I'm freaking out. Not thinking straight. This isnt what it used to be, im stuck in a goddamn catch 22....fuck home...and almost a fuck this place ( Read more... )

I've arrived in paris. and the keyboards suck. zhy the fuck is w in the z local§ and thatùs q auestion ,arl§ You see what i mean ( Read more... )

Count down, 25 days. I don't have enough digits for that, but I'm mentally visualizing 25 outstretched fingers, each one itching the walls to their impatient descent ( Read more... )

And nothing's come of it. I'm modest. I'm plain. I'm sick of bland, vacuous space. The creative-lessness. I'm sick of making up words to sum up my conclusions. Of illogical concoctions ( Read more... )

Apparently, we're all entitled to think what everyone else thinks. He thinks what I think, she what he thinks. So who first thought?

who goddamn towed my motherfucking car, who arrested me, who fucked me over! fuck you you motherless bitches, you whores of the underworld, devil cock-suckers, this, you, bunch of kleptomaniac soul-thieves, offf! off my own!!

fanatical. fantastical. spectacular. shoop shoop da-whoop ( Read more... )

is this you? Is this bundle of insecurity, of fearing eyes and worried lips, you? Are you really this uncomfortable with yourself, and the things that spawn out of you? Oh, that's sad. Ship shape man, no tellin' what's up next for battle. Hoooowah! Swish and a garble, alchohol fills no void. I'm back. I've woken up from too long of a sleep ( Read more... )