It takes right angles to catch the last drop beyond the curved square glass ( Read more... )

I will not wear white gloves to pick and dry the flowers that have grown ( Read more... )

This is an experiment in whether you'll notice. If said, had there been any, in any action to have been. I don't like soft landings and the space is obvious in between, and you're choking. Do you know me? Am I me at all, in the had been once, to have known you? Do you really rest upon as many angels as to fill the heads of pins with weight enough ( Read more... )

I’m sitting on the couch watching an X-files marathon on mute; I know every word. I’m Drunk. I tried to resist given my recent manic attitude. It’s not in not understanding that we come to find ourselves. Though the radio would define our abilities as to the like of the would-be sound of fallen coins that so endure. That by and by we should return ( Read more... )

I awoke mid afternoon hard. By black coffee sweetened to a nectar. By a cold hand left longing. By a voice. By a noise. By your fears I saw through the mirror of a dream. These days were ending in the morning, and no ounce left lucidly, was weighed enough to take hold. Every crack lied, so I slowly crept away. What was it your father said that time ( Read more... )

I'm sorry for my absence in all accounts. I don't mean to be in hiding, or by any in disassociation to those I love. Which of course, is difficult to say without admitting to being hypocritical in my actions. I am not always, nor hardly ever, correct. So just know that I'm at very least sorry. I've been indulging in the idea of having somewhat of a ( Read more... )

So I'm two days 21, and still exhausted from my party.
Also, I found a dark smokey bar that has a jazz band, and is frequented by an Irish tattoo artist.


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"Though I am dark ‘bout the whys of wanting ( Read more... )

So... I'm in the computer lab at school with dave.. he told me to update.. so I am.. yeah........ well... I don't have all that much to say, though I should explain that my puter is busted. So that's why I haven't been around or updated.

My birthday is in two days... that means I'll probably be hungover until I'm fifty.
so... bye.

I fucking hate Kate Chopin. I'm sorry if she's your literary sex slave and this comes as an insult, but I swear to god if I had a gun and a time machine... I just spent the last three days analyzing Shakespeare's "Sonnet 73" and now I have "Desiree's Baby" to deal with. Fuck! I'm beginning to dislike English and that's just sad ( Read more... )