i've moved onto bigger and better things-

mmm wait, that's a lie, but i have a new place thing because livejournal just bugs me.

bye bye.

i had a dream last night i was sitting next to a zombie and he told me the only thing interesting in life is batman.

i want to understand why these people want to fight her- they push her so proudly.

it's not the god damn media. i know i need these, for my own benefit. i want to feel good, like a ray of fucking sunshine, carlos. you hear it? that's the sound of

no it's not.

stop talking so quietly, you're making this harder.

i need you like i need them.

simple short haired terrier, you shy little devil, you. you keep me hospitalized underneath your fraying pink dress; a fortune i refuse to accept.
gaudy details and a friendship is torn to threads and knits, cutting off my hair to the sound of gunshots and bottles clinking in a dimly lit parkette.

there's bugs in my bed and i'm sleeping on a pea

so, we found out what we knew. how ironic that we spend hours pondering that very thought. and yet, we still only speak in dreams. forgive me but your nonsense just turns me on even more.

tennis, wine, travel anecdotes, don't bring up GUNS

no vietnam either.

civil war?

stuck. good lawyer.

rams? daddy?

what have you been hiding? playing your piano like an organ, killing the squeals of magicians pulling your strings with venomous fingers. you've been capsized by a wave so deadly you almost rode it back home, a calling from a parasite scratching through your veins.
you won't admit it's your voice echoing against egg white walls, screaming for ( Read more... )

out of sars box
with nothing worthy to say.