When I tell you ( Read more... )

The Struggle Between Being and Reputation as well as the Enigmatic Coming of a Perpheral Memory ( Read more... )

Rap music was leaking into my house from next door, so I blarred it out with Beatles.
I smoked a cigarette and I realized that she died happy. And I'm not doing anything, and I felt wasteful. So I pulled myself up and made a list.

I guess things work out in the end.

The famous headache series, a benaul collection of my finest moments of angst and depression, the blue series, a true artist, galleried at our lovely highschool.

I was driving a car through a hail storm, the sky was dark blue and it was the type of cold air leaking into my car, that I associate with New England fall. It was this winding road, and I was going home, the moon was out despite the hail. There were black trees posing against the night, and I had this feeling that as soon as my glance left them, ( Read more... )

This exhaustion is running me thin, I can't say much else but that sleep is needed. Lately, I've just wanted to go to sleep for a while and let things cool off among this little social circle I called my friends. I'm pretty sure that I can safely say Lisa and I are not talking indefinitely. The problem is that everyone else is all in this. I see ( Read more... )

This is what I know ( Read more... )

I consider myself realistic in waiting for graduation ( Read more... )

So, I tried to get my trig class eliminated ( Read more... )