I love my friend. he's normal. in a very unconventional but typical way.

I love that.

 I need an organic connection 
no artifical flavors unless we're all connected by the future.

hello, I was programmed to accidently meet you on this street corner. under this light that says when to stop and when to go. on this side walk that lets me know that it is safe to walk here. could we be friends without permission? could we ever love? are ( Read more... )

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I've never cared less about being noticed than at this moment. as if I have accepted my self and rejected it all at the same time. I don't want to be recognized as an individual. my accomplishments, if I have any, are to contribute to the majority.

 now dressing like a "punk" kid means you're in a gang. or that's right according to the authorities. after school today CSI was taking pictures of some of my friends and aquatincences who looked "punk". as a result of this the kids wore bandannas around their faces and questioned authority and accused them of invading their privacy. then they ( Read more... )

new friends scare me.

  I feel bad for models who have to wear those shirts that stay stupid things.

I'm a bitter cunt.

I love mornings like this. when the wind is blowing really hard. but the air is warm. and the ground is cold against my bare feet. an there are no sounds of cars or people. just leaves and windchimes. it's really the best. it's a shame people all sleep during these most holy hours every morning. but I guess that's why they're special to me. because ( Read more... )

the friends you lose. the people who hurt you. it's all for a reason. I see it now. and even though I feel abandoned by some people I'm much happier because the people that hurt me or scar me or abandon me in one way or another always end up a lot less happier than me. and it's not like I'm happy about them being sad. it's horrible. I'm just glad I ( Read more... )

 people who don't constantly quote movies and are not as fabulous as people I usually spend my time with suck. 
just a thought. just a conclusion. an opinion. provincial....though it may be.

I get so caught up in what I don't have. instead of enjoying what I do have. 
my friends fucking own.