i don't write anymore because there is nothing to say anymore...
this is both good and bad.
my metaphoric well has dried up and i am left here withered and without words.

i'm hoping that some day inspiration will hit me like a cold chill and i'll wake up freezing.
i guess only time will tell...

winter is coming and it's settling in my bones.

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well, he was playing games ( Read more... )

today the pen has stopped working ( Read more... )

Open iTunes/iPod or Windows Media Player to answer the following. Go to your library. Answer, no matter how embarrasing it is ( Read more... )

HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY ROB!!!


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contempt for secret lovers
lament for one another

in the dawning of these lost ages, i look for your face, i strain my ears to hear your voice, i reach out to touch your skin. i don't know who you are. upon this large rock, i scream your name, only to be left in silence. the day breaks, and so do i. the evening rests, and i'm left exhausted from my searching, straining, screaming, reaching. i ( Read more... )

The smell of polluted rain at 3 in the morning reminds me of times when I shoulda been studying, but I was out on hiatus...when walking to 7-eleven was one of the biggest outings that ever ensued... of sitting on the res deck smoking and making small talk... when eating chinese food and watching brown sunrises while listening to pop-punk was ( Read more... )

so this is what my life has come to on a saturday night ( Read more... )