I lay in bed with my eyes closed tight every night, at least for a few minutes.  It usually doesn’t last very long.  Thoughts and ideas shoot back and forth from thought to thought sometimes maintaining some productive thought then losing it to a stream of unconscious thought, and when put together make no sense and only seem to dwindle ( Read more... )

friday. beginning an all liquid diet. not liquidizing my food, but consuming everything presumably known as liquids. or I'm just going to drink too much alcohol. this is never going to work ( Read more... )

            Without

An anchor weighed down my feet as each stride fell with no direction.  Once and a while, instead of my feet falling, a collapse of my knee brought my whole body crashing down. Days and weeks fall like my head landing on a pillow, bed, or concrete. Transferring from pill, to solid, to dust, to liquid to any form of suicide ( Read more... )

my shooooes are untied again ( Read more... )

it definetly feels like my shoes are untied ( Read more... )

Brain Matter.

After extending my stay at this newly renovated hotel, I wondered to myself what it was I actually came here to do.  Peering out the window, looking out onto a city covered in flickering lights, even as the sun was coming round the bend, I closed my eyes. I tried to remember certain lights to connect them behind my eyelids hoping that ( Read more... )

I need to learn how to deter myself from involving liquor in my stories.  Whether it be written or drank.  I guess I didn't have to involve it in  the story I'm writing now.   I will probably rewrite. 

if you guys think you know me so well fine...take a god damn stab at it.

hahahahahah i lied.
but no one cares.

no one believed me anyways.
worse fabrication ever.

I quit drinking.

there goes my social actions and muse and whatever else.