rufus wainwright and i understand one another ( Read more... )

i am awake. it is 3:45. i am proving it to all of you. kill yourselves.

umm so apparently i have an
empty house this weekend

im soaking in the sentiment, i like being tired and lonely sometimes. it feels good to lament like i used to. you loose yourself in the thick summer heat, grow dizzy as the autumn earth undulates, blinking through an assorted appartion of beauty as spring blooms.. but in winter, the statosphere grazes your skin, thin and arid and you are so ( Read more... )

i awoke, today, with such productive intentions... i had big plans to read some new poets, write in my imagery notebook, finish (haha, start) that paper, fill out an application, clean my room, read a book, explore a thought or two...instead i bounced my leg up and down and watched full house reruns ( Read more... )

while i did not see him tonight, i did catch a glimpse of her, and rest assure, SHE was not w/ HE... I can offer you all (ie myself) that much security ( Read more... )

so its funny...not so much funny in the haha way...more like funny in the inexplicably devestating way...when youre tottering along in the little universe in your brain and then BAM! you trip and fall to earth. its like "wow, this reality bit is really jagged and pointy". then you bleed all over the place for a while until you finally heal and ( Read more... )

Wow. So people are definintly going to college. I am not amongst them. Whatever. I have reverted back to the "I am too hard core for college" stage. Its de-nial baby. Easy floating ( Read more... )

i'm an awful writer. i am talentless. i am shit. anyone who can put pen to paper can produce better than me. i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck i suck. im a bafoon. i dont even know what that is. i just like it bc it rhymes w/ basoon and can jump over the moon. doom. i am NOT going to be a starving artist. im just going to be starving. im ( Read more... )

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