Sometimes it surprises me that I'm still stumbling forward. Volcanic psychoemotional waves I can't talk about. Forbidden thoughts. Violent struggles for self-control. It's exhausting, on top of everything else. And yet not exhausting enough ( Read more... )

They can't make things worse for me
Sometimes I'd rather die
They can tell me lots of things
But I can't see eye to eye
I know they know the way I think
I know they always will
But someday I'm gonna change my mind
Sometimes I'd rather kill.

I don't remember much of the last couole of days ( Read more... )

I keep running in and out. Somehow every time I get home I feel depressed, trapped, confused, and totally unmotivated. Nothing *happens*... the mood just falls on my head within an hour or two. So I get anxious to get out again, go *somewhere*, anywhere. The wanderlust of my teen years times ten. Not like I'm happy out there, just... somehow, ( Read more... )

http://roguejeff.com/rogue-elephants-in-the-ny-times/

Oh, but *obviously* only humans are sentient. Hurr.

That does it.

I am going to go home and pick up my next week's worth and hit the bank. Then I am going to come back and say goodbye to anabelsdreaming before she disappears for a month. And then I'm going to disappear into the wilds with only pillow, blanket, my Knife, and the Need. I either have to satiate the need in a controlled manner or it'll run amok. So ( Read more... )

http://kevan.org/nohari?name=LurhstaapRead more... )

RAL-PHEE

brings an END to
PROG-ROCK
when he attempts to
REVITALISE it
with the UNEARTHLY SONARITIES
of the
MUSICAL SAW

I finally did my testosterone yesterday, I'm pumped full of morphine and fentanyl and hate today, so I guess that's why I've been listening to Accident of Birth over and over. For years I've wanted to do something for this album, about this album, because of this album. Each song deserves its own graphical masterpiece, and it would take a mural to ( Read more... )

I can't believe it, but I just heard a lyric that actually made me laugh aloud. It went something like...

"I'll fuck you up like you got chicken pox up the ass and then thrown into a pirahna tank!"

Love Non-Phixion. I still feel Apocalyptic, but a little more soothed in my little den.