boobs and boobs and butts

Flames. Flames from the side of my face.

shit am i really working this hard on my final paper?
i really want to do this? sheesh!
i'm going to fry my brain trying and all i've got is a fake title, fake name, and one fake paragraph.

If I can't get it right the first time what good am I?

I must have been about seven years old, because my grandfather was still alive and, in fact, this is one of only two memories I have of him. After my father, born and bred in Montana like a true cowboy of the north, joined the navy he spent a good amount of years across the world living in a variety of exotic locales. From Vietnam to Hawaii, he ( Read more... )

( Where the Mandrake Grow )

the moon is fucking falling
collapsing into the earth
and all you can do is laugh
don't you care for
the millions, billions, countless dead
the burnt forests and
dead
destroyed
dessicated
cities, empty and dark
void
and all you can do is laugh
with tears running down your cheeks
an effigy of
the cries
of the
dead

trace the path we walked ( Read more... )

There are times I feel at home, and there are times I wake up thinking I'm in your bed, eclipsed by red and not alone but I am. Always. Alone except for the voices in the night. Calling out, but what do they say? It's nothing, go back to sleep ( Read more... )

So here I am at Western. The end of the first night is drawing ever closer to a close and I honestly couldn't be more happy. Well, happy that the day is almost over, I mean. I'm not so excited yet to be here ( Read more... )