i did my first tattoo today. it was scary, just a star... it didn't turn out too bad, but i think next time the process won't be so spontaneous. especially because i still don't think i was ready....

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contempt to redesign a metaphorical dialect. i can't reconquer this, it's just another twist of words to be misinterpreted. i can't find out the inscription without such dedication, but you have no emotion other than that of your disrespect ( Read more... )

there's a certain type of dramatization in the mimicing experiences in children. the world begins when they see it, and from that point on it revolves around them. their intellect becomes quite surreal as is follows and contemplates the actions of others. copycats we call them. their eyes focused to duplicate and better the person before them. some ( Read more... )

i'm submitting for the phillips mill show. it's kind of a big deal, but i'm not worried. people have been loving my stuff lately. i got myself a suit and a tie. i got a hair cut. i actually look like a normal person. it's kind of weird, but i like it. people respect me now. i feel like i'm going to be a big deal at some point, even if it's not im ( Read more... )

i'm tired. of counting on people.

the last of the mohicans fought to the death. he struggled with will til he had nothing left ( Read more... )

these days i'm crushed by competition. i can't rise above the job. work takes my time away, so does the bob of the head of gods. they play on their plane with nothin to loose hopeing to make a joke out of you. the minute you think you're free of abuse you die.

reunions are like contusions boiling up from the grave. the black and blue aspects can't be complete without the punch that causes the weak to feel pain. i conclude with no help from the peanut gallery... this is a superficial blasphemistic profecy. my days are weak like the soldiers in Iran. they hate our guts and it's not my fault i swear. why ( Read more... )

blam! lock down cocked like an oozie. i'm not ghetto just ask suzie. she told me i'm gorgeous but i shot her instead. i miss watching the blood run out of her head. the cops came to get me but i screamed instead, ran out the back door and tripped on a ledge. they cuffed me to metal and i made a pledge to kill the next bitch who said anything. happy ( Read more... )

exploding apparition. i'm discommunicated. hello tomorrow goodbye today. i've come so close to understanding that i've left out things pressing, demanding. i'm sacrificial but no where near vain. i've come and gone, then come back again. these capsolated mischeivious grins. my word is contorted, blessed, full of sin. welcome to my dollhouse, so ( Read more... )