It's a Sunday night and it's only me and a good album. I have an urge to write.

"I've got wild staring eyes. I've got a strong urge to fly. But I've got nowhere to fly to."

-Roger Waters.

I just finished Fight Club and I need a bookstore like a prostitute needs heroin.

I'm a hungry slave to a needy body, as Chuck Palahniuk puts ( Read more... )

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While you grow up, the world changes. Like when you sleep. You close your eyes, and everything goes into fast-forward mode.

Barely any night. Not enough day.

While you grow up, you try not to remember the past. The past was like the plague. Contagious and unwanted.

Your past is a disease. An inevitable cancer. Something you just couldn’t ( Read more... )

i can't believe ryan ross cheated on keltie. what a douche.

Uncover my eyes.
Let go of my throat.
Get out of my ears,
With that nasty quote.

Let me believe.
Make me want.
Tease all you need.
But just don’t taunt.

Cut to the chase.
Spill the beans.
Give me what I need.
By any means.

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Try me.
I'm only trying to see.

Cue heartbeats.

Love.
Speed up heartbeats.

Lust.
Skip heartbeats.

Affliction.
Slow heartbeats.

Pain.
Slow down the beats more.

Agony.
Speed up heartbeats.

Suffering.
Skip heartbeats.

Now walk toward the edge.

Too much.
Stop heartbeats

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Contrast.

today was my school band concert.

and i have to say, I'm pretty damn proud of myself.

i play the flute and i had three solos. it was fun, really.

i'll post the video soon.

you have no clue how cold it is out.

this morning at the bus stop was -12 degrees. with a wind chill.

my lips are faded and flaky.

i customized my emotes.

be jealous.

i dont miss you.

not one bit.

so you dont have to worry; sorry.