too much in my head
so full of thoughts
that never achieve an end.

Im listening to Some Riot by Elbow, but before I was listening to Louis Armstrong sing the blues. Find him travis. Let the darkness of night and blue of sadness covet.

Late at nights, the small sounds define the surroundings. The small chips that shudder the darkness from the glass kissing the bottle; the scratch tearing as the lighter flicks; Even the smoke can be heard pushing and stretching ( Read more... )

I've been rummaging online, searching out various things, events, or explanations. Shuffle around long enough, and you can find some amazing shit. Like Japanese and Korean clothing, which i've always admired and have decided to start purchasing some. My search for local computer shows/expos was much less fruitful. Oh, and the much easier to find ( Read more... )

Things are about to change course. Everything is going to get tight and stressed, pulled and pushed into some form of tangled mess, atleast that's what I predict. Or maybe I am creating another catastrophe in my head to make whatever reality becomes less dismall than it could have been. I suppose its all up to each individual decision that passes ( Read more... )

The banks keep calling. Money credit unions ring daily. They call for my dad, but he is gone, away on his trip once again, attempting some escape from this life. His life reduced to television and movies has finally broken his mind into a strange madness obsessed with self satisfaction and materialism. His vision so clouded and his mind spiked with ( Read more... )

Its the morning. Nobody else around. Sitting here I find nobody to talk to, then I realize it's always like this. Yeah, I reciprocate alot of noise to others as the noise bounces back off me, but I never get to talk to interesting people anymore. (Don't let this upset you, or you're missing the point.) Nobody gleams anymore, atleast anyone still ( Read more... )

I forgot...

how much i love thursday.

through and through.

Looking out through my clouded bedroom window, I seen the radiant sun bathe tree branches creating a glowing effect that you might declare some form of magic. As I sit and stare, I become aware that I have no desire to be in those rays, closing off the light and covering myself in shadow ( Read more... )

I see the crying all around. Not the composite tears which are visible, but the honest cut truth which rains over their vision of their life. Everyone is so busy trying to be okay, just for the sake of sanity and simplicity. I soak up all that pain and allow it to swell me up into an enormous mess which rolls daily from the drap surroundings of ( Read more... )