Sometimes it all feels different ( Read more... )

if you imagine it, you can be it, have it, live it ( Read more... )

sitting smoking pineapple cigars with the devil
feels like hell
smells like vacation.

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sometimes i just want to scream.
there is no one to depend on.
there is momentary excitement.
i wake up in the morning to the sun shining in my eyes.

and thats the only thing that gets me out of bed.
there is nothing else.

nothing.

the way my living room looks with the tree lit ( Read more... )

i picked up an orange soda and tab last night at the liqour store. i pulled out my i.d. and asked the man behind the counter for a game green ( Read more... )

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i don't know where anyone or anything is anymore.
includingmyheart.

the dreams have been more realistic, which is what's getting to me, i think. there is identifiable clothing. faces. gestures. words. paintings. it's all being pulled from my life and tussled into a mixture of basically
you.
but it's whatever.

you said,
that shit passes.

the funny thing about living
is that you could be telling the truth for years
and people could still think you were lying.
life is too perceptive.

but just like everything else, perception
isn't everything.