Too much nicotine and I am so tired but I can't sleep at night anymore. 4 AM. Nightmares, nightmares, nightmares. What is most interesting about them is that they do not even seem like nightmares when I am experiencing them. After I awaken, I think about them and become wholly unnerved. The storm outside is raging on like a severed powerline -- ( Read more... )

I need a summer but the sun has come and gone. I need a summer but it's winter in my heart.Happy birthday, mother; rest in peace ( Read more... )

Eain just takes it in stride when he falls down; he just tries to get back up again with his chubby legs and bald head. (Well, mostly bald.) Because he wants that toy on the other side of the blanket. I don't think there's a cuter baby. Especially when he grins because he's getting able to crawl and have locomotion. Pretty soon he'll be spouting ( Read more... )

Car. Fucking. Up.

For whatever reason I like looking out of the library windows of the community college where I usually go to update this horrid thing.

Everything looks grey.

Yes, I always use the "e." I know it's not correct. Fuck off.

Anyway, so here's something from a long time ago to ... well, you'll see.

10 October, 2003. soma_satori"...anyway, I ( Read more... )

Nausea becomes a part of me so inherently that I forget whether I am the nausea or if I really am me experiencing it. I mention to Carlene about how when once I took Hawaiian Baby Woodrose and I could not tell if I was thirsty, or if I was my thirst personified. Just like my dextromethoraphan force-fed self-execution, I can't remember anything ( Read more... )

Hey everybody. We're industreal. REAL. Get it ( Read more... )

In short ( Read more... )

One of the professors looks like your brother.

You be the lighthouse in the storm; I'll be the ship with a thousand dead souls.Seeing the footsteps I have taken upon what ground remains; there's a sense of contentness that follows happiness which is somehow more comforting in times of need and want and the utter beneath-the-breech-desperation of ( Read more... )

Sing along time:
I hate cellphones, I hate cellphones, I hate cellphones all daaay long. Can't check voicemail, can't check voicemail, can't check voice mail all day long!

Now six voicemails. Six, six, six.