I hate boring things. I despise being bored! I can't stand it when I can predict the future. I get angry when the expected runs it's course. Sadly the thing that I'm best at predicting is me. What a terror. I want excitement, I want the unexpected and the spontaneous. I want to feel out every situation as it comes. I want real change, not gradual ( Read more... )

I am everywhere. I am timeless. I am lost. I am connected to everything. I am cast in the name of god to do the work of man. I have nothing, nothing except the chance to choose anything. This is what I like. This is where I was meant to be.

What does she want? What does she want from you? Can you give it to her? Could you in the past? Will you be able to in the future? Are those the reasons why you are where you stand now? What can she give you? Can you not cook and clean for yourself? Can you not learn to sew or find some on night stand or fuck yourself if need be? She can do but one ( Read more... )

This does not do him just service. But the man was loved, the man was respected and Nick... you will be missed and mourned as strongly as I know you would have for me ( Read more... )

He can fly.

There's almost nothing I can't do. There's so little I can't accomplish. So few places I can't go. If I can't do it... I can fake it. But what troubles me is that no matter how deep I dive, regardless of how far down the path I travel, I can't do it as anything other than Owen ( Read more... )

I bought a ring from a heart broken young man. It cost him 300 dollars or so. I paid 45 for it. I tell myself that it I did this because I have no heart and because I prey on the weak. Because it was a good buy. But it bothers me that I may have done this because he reminded me very much of myself, exactly of myself. I didn't really have the 45 ( Read more... )

New roomy!

because now it's time to change.
Go on and give.
Go on and take.
because you don't know how you look.
Go on and flourish.
Go on and die.
Build a memory.

What a bunch of girls ( Read more... )

What's Hanging?
Saddam Hussein...
Oh SNAP!
(like his neck?)