hi, ugly tongue.

today i want a boom box and a baseball bat.

GOSSIP QUEENS AND RETARDED SOCIAL BUTTERFLIES AND LAUGHING HEART MAGGOTS AND CRAP.

over and over.

i am naught.

leech, elope.
leech; explosion.
leech; holding.

dissemination.

your heart,
your wit,
your smile,
your body,
your veins,
your brilliance.

i have found a corner
in everybody i have ever met.

cube,
i am not.

i call myself
amorphous.

(through the drains, through
hands.)

i would like to devote a very large amount of my time into something that i would really enjoy doing. but, i see so many diversions, and although i know what is most important to me, there are many things that i would need to acquire to attain this something that i would like to create. time, for instance, and money. but unfortunately, money does ( Read more... )

i am glad that i have met the people that i have met.

i have been wearing a fuzzy, green coat lately.

the sun is much too dim,
and the air is much to damp.

i am much too still,
and long to stretch my
roots further
to the surface.

(& oh! & oh!)
vuh ahm it.

i cannot speak, and it's burning the largest hole inside of me. i am going to ask my gut to find a new home, because i cannot do this. and though i doubt many of you read this, i remember when everybody was a lot more sincere, to me. this is trivial, this is trivial. i want to know what i mean.

I AM SO TIRED OF EATING YOUR VOMIT.

OH MY GOD ISN'T THAT SO FUNNY?

IT'S FUCK.

it's fuck.
it's fuck.
it's fuck!

OH MY GOD.