It was starting to smell like my childhood down there in the creek bed, like the time when everything else was transparent.

And I was still at his house, or at least on his property, which wasn’t the healthiest decision on my part but for some reason I couldn’t get myself to leave, just like the other four or five times last night where I had the motive but not the self determined stomping power. I think it has something to do with not having anywhere to stomp off to. ( Read more... )

It's been along time since I've posted in my journal, although I have several million unimaginable incompetent words saved in a text file on my computer just waiting to be posted. I even dated these entry's, so I could go back when I was online to put them on. The point is, that I have something I want to put in my journal and I'm not at home, or ( Read more... )

Hey Sean. How you doing? I was bored after spending too much time reading about parasites online and I liked your smile so I thought I would say hi. .. ..... hi... . . . . ... you like stuff ( Read more... )

The point is that I’m not feeling great. I’m sure Christmas normally does this to people but I don’t even care about Christmas. Yesterday I got in a car accident, which was barely anything but a little accident. I also got a visit from Buck, and a night with Jason. Last night was great, but there is still one big part of my life that sucks. I’m not ( Read more... )

I remember back when I was a kid, I always worried about one thing in particular, and that was becoming owned by the things around you. And even though I tried so hard, I was swallowed whole by everything I owned. To a point where I could say I had a collection of something. And I think that’s why I felt like earlier this year I had a midlife ( Read more... )

And one day later… everything got a lot more complicated. It might have something to do with getting pulled over almost twenty four hours later, after rushing around with Adrienne, Michael and Adam. It was this feeling I had the entire day. This feeling that I had something I needed to be doing. Like I was supposed to be somewhere, working on ( Read more... )

Dance naked below the boy and poison delicious pictures for my throbbing breath will open fresh prisoners, bleeding like I blush in our embrace. It’s a cold wind, like something bad is just about to happen. And when it passes I just feel empty. In time I will have something to put my name to, something I feel is worth showing to people and ( Read more... )

Perhaps I should live in a boarding school, I think it would fit this journal entry very well ( Read more... )

VOYEUR: He used to take the train Sundays through Fridays. Track B from his house except for Mondays and Wednesdays, he would take track A then. On Fridays he wouldn’t come home, or at least not for awhile. He’d meet people at coffee shops, bars. He would often visit this girl at her work. They would greet, and she would kiss him on the cheek. I ( Read more... )