theres only so many ways i can be myself smoking this cigerette
i want to fill up my gut with these memories of you

the light bulb in my bathroom broke right as i was going to bed ( Read more... )

to say that with all that is happening in the world and all that continues to happen, hopening that you and i have a few moments to ourselves is not selfish. but rather poetry and is two rather tired souls meeting on a river bank listening to music they both seemed to like ( Read more... )

i meant to write a long time ago of an overheard cell phone conversation from the bus ( Read more... )

uh eh, i took a break from school to hang out with some old zami friends which auntomatically means drinking and smoking. i feel ok with drinking back into that lifestyle because i am so comfortable with the fact the i no longher live in it...anyways,,, stopped over at bonesio to get some ciggeretes for everyone and senio count not stop talking ( Read more... )

So. i've considered making this post for a couple of months. Questioning if i was ready to place it somewhere so public, wondering if anyone still reads this, and if those were even the people id want to read it ( Read more... )

im over people dressing up as storm troopers.
people who give some kindove sideways peace sign pose
in pictures, im way over you too. WAY over it.

life feels good.
im still lost.
but life feels good

i drank too much caffeine and
had an argument with a friend
on the day we move in together.
stressed out and second guessing
and feeling like all those stories of so
n so animal adopting another species baby
are so fucking stupid and more evidence that
everything is going to shit
one way or another.
but i dont regret the coffee

the midnight warm cement, sweaty honey suckle and tan bark flood my middle mind into an erotic swimming pool of scents. the residual spooning of a summer-love affair between night and day ( Read more... )