Man, a lot alot of stuff has been happening lately. Too much to put here right now ( Read more... )

So I wrote a poem like a year ago and I sent it in to "Look Look" magazine as a joke. And then it got published. Shit is bananas.

This is the poem.

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springtime
connor scopes downtown for dudes
and punches his dick all day
springime

Crazy huh?

Where was I? I was on that kickass line 'I'm a bicycle, I'm too tired'...I'm a tricycle I'm three tired.

I bought a carton of Newports...

Life is good.

"I understand that your worst is beating the hell out of my best."
--boys night out

Lower the casket...

raise another.

Disregard that last shit. I haven't slept in like five days because I keep having these crazy ass dreams where I die every night.

I like it here. It's peaceful...

I hate my life ( Read more... )

"For every kiss I regret, for everyday I regret, for every apology i regret, there's one thousand times the regret for giving you the time of day..."
--Red Roses For a Blue lady

This isn't about you, just so you know. And I know that you'll think it is.

i don't tell you everything. It's heartless. The photographs remind me that I'm calloused to smiles.

I'm bald.