Symmetry = Death

Sleeping in fourteen hours today; after a night of bicycling with a pause for deep thoughts, painful thoughts and forty hours at work. Working with a bunch of silly people and silly kittens ( Read more... )

I was behind the mentalscape, just being aware. Her usual inquisitive questions weren't penetrating and I kept fast to a silent demeanor. It was interesting, her next move. "I just feel as if this whole week has been weird."

Voltaire is coming off of morphine, after having a minor eye surgery and a dental. A few weeks back his cornea had gotten scratched. I thought it was just another bout of conjunctivitis, but it wasn't going away ( Read more... )

In search of a blonde hair girl from Sweden. Ten years ago we met, maybe longer. Why was she friendly to me? I wanna know now.

The only ghosts who can haunt us are those we try to remember.

Black studded leather jacket
hides pale freckled flesh.

Red hair set ablaze.

Insides torched with bitter rage.

Her breath steams
against the edges of a pitch black night.

She jumps and plunges into the depths
of a watery abyss.

For love...
For love.

Little children. These children cloak themselves in pity and doubt. They hate themselves so very much. They spit their vile poison in the faces of those who care for them. Oh, little children ( Read more... )

The last words of the Saint were, "It is all straw."

Mine will be, "At least one pig got it right, but brick will still become sand...yes, sand...It is all nothing more than sand castles. Now, bring me some fucking ice cream before I die. Thanks, brah."