The part that makes me angriest is that everything is an allusion of an option. I did not choose to live and I can not choose to die. Everything is predestined and its making me feel things that are familiar in their meaning but new in their power and intensity ( Read more... )

You make me hot with want and our lovers twine made me dizzy and high ( Read more... )

One state down I think. We are on our way back from a night out 300 miles from home. The ironic thing is esraas telling us about a sinking feeling in a graveyard somewhere in connecticut ans we pass a huge carwreck as the voice on the radio says "is there a god tonight." One second later there's a cross pinned to a tree. I might be looking too far ( Read more... )

Work is making my knees shake and shiver like kittens trapped in cages.

I wanna laugh loud and gutteral like no one is around to hear it but the gemstones on tv have nade my eyes feel tired and blue.

I wouldn't say this with the confidence of trees standing tall with no concern or frown when we cut them down and build cookie cutter houses encasing photogenic families ( Read more... )

One of these days I'm just going to get up and go.

I will wind up in London, or New York, or anywhere that will have me.

I'm throught with the depression and self pity. It has all been fucked for so long and I'm throwing in the towel and saying in the most poised voice I can muster, "fuck it ( Read more... )

Sometimes when I stare at the sun it makes my gut churn like battered butterflies ( Read more... )

I think I wanna have a go at acting. Not as a career or anything but just to pass some time.

I wouldnt have  the slightest clue how to go about it though, so it might never happen.

It would be cool though.

You hurt me like hangnails, stuck in plush knit sweaters. I keep tugging and tugging and winding you further under my skin ( Read more... )