I swore to myself I stick to a poet’s word ( Read more... )

I'm Going to Hell...

xox

I sure am a hopeless little boy. Lets hope tomorrow brings me the best news of my life, and not the worst.

I met the girl and made mistakes. She was too beautiful. Maybe I'm just another stepping stone. I can't keep up with this city doll. Holy fuck.
I want to meet my wife. I want her to be a musician. I want to sell all my old things and move to ( Read more... )

The one time you fucking try it never works out. The one you actually care about doesn't care back. The one you think about doesn't think back. Its cool, she can sleep upstairs with a friend.

Good Morning ( Read more... )

Sure is some kind of funk I'm in. Everythings a flat line. I can't get a response from anything around me; let alone from myself. I'm pumping in the blood and the passion but its just squirting right back out my eyes and ears and wherever else is labeled "Emergency Exit Only." I tryed writing songs, I tried writing a song, I tried reading books, I ( Read more... )

COME SEE ( Read more... )

I got me a car. Yay.

So, my computer ate shit. I'm talkin' bad sectors all up in this piece. Perfect time for a breakdown. Then again, it never is. I'm coming live to you from Phil's Apple... it may be growing on me, but not quite yet. I still can't live without my right click. This weekend looks pretty solid, some interesting things going on. Following is spring fling ( Read more... )

Spring is a liar ( Read more... )