Pitter-patter goes the hearts of the old romantics that are slowly fading away from the facade we call reality. All the while, we're dying each step we take. Both metaphorically and physically. And what keeps us going? Pumpkins, persian rugs, spaghetti, apples, and roses. It's never the needle, the pig heart, nor the treasure.

Conditions are variable depending on the circumstances. Confusion takes it's toll and once again I am left alone in the darkness of my own shadow. How can you haunt me so? Today's forecast is cloudy with a chance of nostalgia.

"His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions of her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. ( Read more... )

YOU sir. You are the perfect example of arrogance. You dig so deep for approval and advice, when all the while all you're doing is wearing your heart on your sleeve. We all know the situation. It's just too bad that the ones you confided in had to turn away. And who is left? The saps like me. It's people like you who make me laugh when shit blows ( Read more... )

i want all of the american people to understand that it is understandable that american people can not possibly understand ( Read more... )

it doesn't bother me... the things you're doing. sometimes we can have our cake and eat it too. but you're no marie antoinette. never off with your head by order of the people. and never. ever. by order of the queen of hearts. why you ask? because that is you. the queen of hearts, the queen of cups. yes, i told you that it kills me to hear things. ( Read more... )

So apparently I walk like a duck. Tail feathers and all. Call me Howard if you'd like. Or maybe even cuntless supreme. Whatever tickles your fancy. Or you could pick your own name, I know I'll never hear it. Why, might you ask? Because I have no contact with you. Except for this poor excuse for "communication ( Read more... )

I keep listening to Bloc Party, but that's besides the point. There isn't actually a party around my block. There shouldn't be one to begin with. No corn dogs or moon walks. No mid-day picnics with checker board print, ants crawling all around me, eating away at my cucumber sandwiches with a touch of mayo and the crusts cut off. Yes, I enjoy such ( Read more... )

Hmm.... It's interesting, you know.... I think it's funny when little babies pee on their parents. However, it's not so grand when they grow up and do it again 20 some odd years later to someone who cares for them. Thanks though. It made my feet warm, and then when that wore off I was cold, like I always am ( Read more... )

I think I need to take a vacation away from a few things. My temper has been short with everyone. I need to go to Maine. Maine was good. Away from almost everything. Cars, electricity, and most people. George was there. George was good. I miss Rebekah. Yes, that's how she spells her name. Tom cat would have the answer, yes he would.

I get so ( Read more... )