EW.

There are forty thousand angles I can take on this situation, and yet I've found that no one has deliberately taken my side. Not even myself. I've been convicted without a declaration of my crime. Of course, there has been no established punishment, but I'm feeling it. It's like a new old medical mystery. A stinging wives tale. A thorn on a puppy ( Read more... )

I miss drugs, and I miss parties, but not nearly as much as I wish drugging and partying with you ( Read more... )

but I'm still keeping my hair for him.

My flask is sitting on top of a record at Nathan's house and I don't want to get it. I finally did something big and I don't think it will change anything ( Read more... )

365 days ago ( Read more... )

Once you have dissected meaning, you have to pick at it. This is art. This is music. We artists, we musicians, we twist and tear the surface of perception. We have given up on consciousness and find the feelings that weave between our senses. Our true nirvana is just the element of excitement, of exhilaration, a blast of intense contrast that doesn ( Read more... )

My brain is working again. It's been a very very long time since I've been thinking coherently. Since May, I think. I can talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and think and think and think and think and think and enjoy it. It's because I let my memories back in. Never cut out moments from your life. That cuts out moments from your ( Read more... )

I am a liar I am not in control ( Read more... )

Sometimes, little things are more important than big ones ( Read more... )