I still am in love with her.

And I'm still in love with meth.

Ayahuasca, do your thing.

It's just that how could she ever understand that there isn’t any way I could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to ( Read more... )

I'm sure I lived without her, but I don't remember how.

Those who fear corruption fear life itself.

I kept my appointment with the dean of student affairs despite the growing apprehension and disgust I felt and long story short the teacher did, in fact, report me because I called her a stupid ugly bitch and told her I wanted to play in her blood. It turns out I wasn’t so far off with the diagnosis I regrettably expressed. I was practically ( Read more... )

Drink your problems still, a statue in the bar room.

You've got feelings left to kill, and I won't forget it too soon

It's a cold-blooded style, never was worthwhile.

You're as good as they come, but you're such a fucking child.

And as I, myself, split into two, rotating in agony between two ultimate forces, the pendulum of choice began its dance. It seems easy, you imagine, to gravitate, instantly and unwaveringly, towards good but I am left wondering, “How can I protect something so perfect without evil?”

And the way I see it, life is pretty fucking awesome.

"Did you know Ted Bundy's first dog was a collie named Lassie?"

"Who is Ted Bundy?"

As I stand here, smoking a Newport menthol I won by hustling several ping pong matches against the truly insane and incapacitated, I stop and reflect on why I'm wearing a full Marc Jacobs tuxedo with a black velvet tie in an insane asylum. And maybe I belong here just as much as these other people ( Read more... )