He plugged that child rapist full of red bullets on the staircase in the best theatrical reality showdown I have ever seen. The drunk man in love yelling give me back my baby and the playwrite confessing "oh! dear sir, do stop, this pain is rather excruciating!" More bullets. The rapist crawls into his own bed bleeding from the gaping wounds all ( Read more... )

I'm getting really really really sick of living here. The only "plus" is saving money i suppose but I can't tell you when the last time was where I put money in the bank and actually didn't take it out. I think the best thing to do to make time go by as fast as it can until August is to work allll the time so I don't get bored. Killing two birds ( Read more... )

Ladies and gentelmen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.

Everytime I wake up in the morning I narrow things down a little bit more and more. but please try harder. Please please for all the worth in the world you absolutely must try harder.

fuck me and marry me young. Then put me on the next train to Montreal.

One night, while in a hotel bedroom with Sainette, I grew miserably sick of the mad dreams I had been describing to amuse her. I began to beat her. While beating her, I was unable to forget that strange man, John Raskolnikov Gilson, the Russian student. As I beat her, I shouted "O constipation of desire! O diarrhoea of love! O life within! O ( Read more... )

I hired Paul Banks to sing me sleepy every single night with the harp of his sweet hum um ummm...and I no longer need sex or intelligence. I'm all violence and sour fruit. I looked into these record books and he's been at it for years. Good as gold and white as a pearl straight from the rusty mouth of the sea that spit him out. Mother must have ( Read more... )

Said you never felt so strange. Said I never felt so strange
hanging out with the drifters, the poets and the painters that fill your head.No I never wanted much. No I never wanted much and we're old enough now to know you never want it till someone does.

Everything is in such division. Day and night. Asleep or awake. Sober or wasted. Hard on or hard up. happy or unhappy. liars or truth tellers. Believers and nonbelievers. I'm always one and they're always the others. Nobody ever wants to leave the party. I never want to leave the house. Nobody ever wants to put down their drink and shut the bedroom ( Read more... )

Matt just busted in the door talking 90 miled per hour about how he had to watch an autopsy for his anatomy class and a girl puked when they cut open the old bags chest with one quick swipe and then he said he blacked out and fell down after he watched them remove the womans face and take out her brain......omg....wtf....i wish i got to go to an ( Read more... )

this really is our Renaissance. for better or worse. I hope someone still believes in that as the golden truth. because I certainly do.