I seek to create, but words are not enough anymore. They can't be thrown like paint can.

I'm dragging out the dead for a recantation worthy of the masticated Ohio reality I once hated like Lucifer does his hell. The humility oozing from my veins has been washed in an acid bath long waiting, and if it took thousands of dollars to get rid of her, then it was worth it... cuz the poison dripping from her hairy, prostituted chin was too ( Read more... )

I get the bad news from across the ocean, through miles and miles of wires, reflected from satellites high above. He tells me with a heart broken the way old people's break, that is, more of a fracture than a seperation. He drops phrases about what he feels I deserve, that he's sorry there's no other way ( Read more... )

I sat and studied the inside of the shack covering the piles of junk in the morning haze, trying to commit to memory the whole moment that was the same as many other, but decorated something different. Well, I can’t say that it was all the same because you kept my hands from going down your pants, said “none of that”. And you kissed a guy before ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )

Hmmm yeah ( Read more... )

A few things have been going on, I suppose ( Read more... )

I suppose I'll make an entry into this thing of... of.. I don't know where to start on what the hell this is ( Read more... )

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I'm in Australia.  Hmm.