Tick tick tick tick.

That clock could bore a hole straight through my brain.

Are things looking up yet? I'm not sure.

My heart just doesn't know what to do anymore. Its at odds with all things sane. Its so tangled that even love might just feel like a crocodile death twirl, I wouldn't know for sure. Its pulled to each corner of the continent, tossed like leather on a foot ball field, buried, knotted, pretzeled, inflated, glorified, humiliated, blind, swollen, ( Read more... )

I don't know how I'm going to survive this week. I need cigarettes. I can't even get to a store to buy them.

I mean, what exactly am I supposed to be doing?

It sure is pretty here.

But goddddammmnit I've been here a few hours and I'm already going a little nuts.

uhg ( Read more... )

always slowdowns

This is a pretty well put together little flash animation.

http://learn.genetics.utah.edu/units/addiction/drugs/mouse.cfm

little wiered too...

Canadian ice cream trucks play a really haunting tune. I don't recognize it but it always gets stuck in my head and it gives me the willies.

Its too bad life is all about making choices because I really can't decide.

Puerto Viejo is about as close as I've seen to heaven on earth.

There's never enough time to see everyone in Seattle, and I think even if there was there's almost no way I could and not feel like I was doing something wrong.

For some reason there's no way this bus ride can not terrify me. Its not like its so bad or anything, but I'm really looking forward to teleporters.