Constantly kept up. I type because its faster than writing. So many feelings but I've said it all before. (even that). I hate being kept up, and I can't remember whether or not the consequences of being kept up were in my favour. I guess that's mostly because I've lost a majority of my ability to recall anything intentionally. Now it just sort of, ( Read more... )

I am back.

You should have cringed, right then.

(too many) silly questions, (fewer) morning sessions. (I thought I'd) love you too much (for) forever and such.

mkk?

(if you find the real world let me know.)

The sky is blue

Bees are yellow

...and a little bit of black

Then you try to turn it around

You should see the mess you've made

Trampling through the flowers(flours)

Spiral Apple is hard to take your eyes off of

I'm sitting down and not moving

You make me smile Bill Bailey ("I try")

Show me your conversations, I'll only take a peek

My thoughts ( Read more... )

Despite being confined in a ridiculously small portable spending my days forcing my already overworked and underrested brain to learn the largest amount of math possible in a minimal amount of time, life is good. Or managable, to say the least. So lets backtrack to Thursday, which was a day I wouldn't have labelled "good" until a sloppycocksocket ( Read more... )

So, I dropped off the face of the earth for a bit ( Read more... )

An expirey date can be a discouraging thing;
No one wants to buy something that expires soon.
Generally, consumers will grab the product with the longest shelf life to ensure they get full use of the product.
After all, no one likes when things expire, do they?

An expirey date can be a discouraging thing;
I know because I am discouraged by yours.
It ( Read more... )

when nothing makes sense anymore,
I go back to the way I was.
Because its my routine emergency thought process.
And here I go again.
Self destruct mode? on.
brain? off.
Kirsten? dead.

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So this is where poetry is produced;
A factory for words.
This is where I run away to;
My secret little world.
This is where I keep my secrets,
Locked up and tucked away.
This is where I escape reality,
And dream of better days.