And it’s not like I’m leaving you lonely ( Read more... )

i was lying awake last night, subconcsiously pondering why i wasn't in the r.e.m. cycle, when stagnant thoughts and images ripped through my brain like rainboots in my grey puddles. pictures and thoughts completely separate in category and link. for one time in my entire life, i couldn't understand my own thought process. it was ENRAGING. i got up ( Read more... )

this is the day when i start to lose myself. everyone (relatively) goes back to school. i am at home breathing and sleeping and eating and showering. BREATHING AND EATING AND SLEEPING AND SHOWERING. (lions and tigers and bears oh my.) today it is august tenth. it is twelve twenty-six. today i have done nothing with my life. it is unaccecptable ( Read more... )

i know what you're thinking. here she goes, valuable banter spewing out of her like carbon dioxide, about things we don't care for, and would never want to read. well i am sick of censoring myself towards the benefit of others. and quite frankly i am sick of people reading me anyways. although i am just lazy enough not to do anything about it. we' ( Read more... )

i don't care for any of it.
any of these emotional connections. a licensed doctor said i "crave drama". hah. but i wouldn't be anything without my connections to other people. i thank the supposed higher power for these lovely beings.
46,000 acres of my desert was burned.
all it left is the skeletons of something beauitful. and that is beautiful ( Read more... )

Which Beatles song personality are you?
Maggie Mae
You are a prostitute who gets in trouble. Now you'll never walk down Lime Street anymore.

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"I froze before the keyboard. I couldn't think of a damn thing to say. No poems, no prose, no words. The pain cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience because the pain itself, its intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that there is no way to ( Read more... )

fuck me it's been a while hasn't it?
in everyday life, feeling shitty.
generally, feeling okay.

oh but wouldn't it be nice to lean back -without any hands on the handlebars mind you- and sip arizona iced tea?

it's brutal isn't it? no, see, that's not even a question. it's a statement. it's brutal. you know it's brutal. and i don't even have to ( Read more... )

I read the news today oh boy ( Read more... )

today someone told me that i look like winona ryder. i felt so happy i wanted to cry.
lately ive been wanting to fall off the earth. i can see my future and i hate it. circle k. cash register. four kids that all need phonics. hands like sand paper. pert shampoo. a call from a friend saying we should flee to mexico. i go. i die.


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