I had a dream last night. I was on the beach(fucking beach), and all these huge waves kept coming in. Of coarse, i was right on the beach and began getting pummeled by the waves. I never try to fight though, i just let the waves eat me up and like an animal dissatisfied with the hunt and game, they spit me back out. One thing was interesting to me ( Read more... )

*sits for ten minutes with face in right hand*...

...up top...

Always late at night, or early in the mourning. I cant believe im going to be 18 soon, well in august. Im not ready, not in the least. Fucking country music, its 2:05am and theyre both back from the bar, i hope they dont start. Im shaking and my stomach hurts. Im nervous all the time now. I dont understand, these people are absolutely out of there ( Read more... )

All i wanted to do was go home, but where was my home. Blue suits and clean cut hair, your telling me lifes not fair, no hello and no good bye, always stuck between the earth and sky, no time to live no time to die, just plenty of time to cry...

...revolution i smell it in the air, open your eyes youll see it everywhere...

Cold...

...brrr...

"Author Hunter S. Thompson kills himself"*

Seems like a good way to boost book sales...

...laugh your way to salvation...

*www.YAHOO.com 2/21/2005 news headline

I dont know why the say death is a part of life. Actually, death and life are more like two separate entities living in a homeostasis with one another. Its so cold i can barely use my hands. Double jointed, god my thumbs are wigging out ( Read more... )

I guess metaphors are literal. Metaphors are another way of perceiving something, just as reality is how we perceive the world surrounding us. So metaphorically speaking, reality is a human perception which is actually a reality, metaphorically speaking of coarse. I hope i didnt get riped off, i mean this could be the very beginning of the end to ( Read more... )

Look at this shit. Has anyone ever heard of quality of life? I wish i could cry over spilled milk. I sit around all day doing nothing and i still cant find the amount of time to bitch and moan that so many of my peers have. Oh so much stress, school, my social life, wearing cool clothes! Its all too much, the only way i can deal with it all is by ( Read more... )

What to say at 2:50am. Im in pain. Even the heaters are somewhat cold. My mothers drug dealers are idiots. Whenever she calls them they call back 15 mins later and everytime i pick up before i here hello its something along the lines of "Wait and see if its a girl first"...how are these idiots still on the streets. Sometimes i think about all the ( Read more... )