Yesterday was fucked. The night before last I had these really vivid dreams, assuming they were dreams, but I'm so not going into detail. When I woke up I could taste weed in my throat. You know, that taste left in your mouth the morning after being totally stoned? Which is crazy, since I haven't smoked in ages (aside from today with Tullock, the ( Read more... )

This is some shit I wrote today. It's not good, I know. I wrote it, so I might as well put it on here. I won't be fixing it up or making it better or whatever, it's not worth salvaging. Oh, and feel free to go fuck yourself.

Song Of The Hypocrite1 ( Read more... )

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You Can't Teach A Dead Fish To FlyI've been stuck here, in this house, so long ( Read more... )

I tried to stop this from happening, this way of feeling. Her arms were tight around my waist, and she must've let her weight be mine, as I went off-balance. Feeling her like that was warm delight, the kind that makes cheeks glow red. She is so full of thought and gentle in her spirit. Her smile is like the flowering on tree-branches, so beautiful ( Read more... )

Being old, we have watched the world. Every sneaky shadowed corner we have shined our flashlight in. Yet, we walk out every afternoon to the same old centre of town, as if memories were white between the lines and needed colouring each day.

White wolf in the garden, fenced in. She is trapped in a life painted to look like freedom, where all the trees have been planted by men, lined up in symmetry like modern city blocks. Art has been replaced by repetition of the indistinguishable. She must watch the clouds to make sure they're still moving, watch that the sun is more than a perfect ( Read more... )

Why do I miss her so much? I only saw her yesterday. She makes this warm hum sound as she smiles to something that really delights her. If I ever had defences they would break to that. I'm deciding whether to call her today. Everything has a skin of glow outside. There are no coats. If sparkling is a sound, the birds are making it. I'd lie with her ( Read more... )

It's tough, being so young and knowing the world already. Classrooms have expelled all mystery in the opening years of our lives, leaving nothing new to explore; no new ground to plant our country's flag in. We are terribly envious of the ignorant, the cave-dwellers, and the mentally challenged. They, who walk with their flags through the product ( Read more... )

I started work tonight at the chip-shop. It was easier than I anticipated, though I'll need to work on remembering orders. I think I did well for a first day and the boss guy seemed pleased with me. I was hardly nervous at all, which helped. And it's cash-in-hand, so I could pretend I didn't work there and sign-on for the dole, which I'll be doing ( Read more... )