"my anger is a sign of disgust with myself ( Read more... )

its been almost a year. i, for some reason, feel compelled to write. i dont talk to many of you anymore, most of you probably dont even consider me a friend anymore. yet morality pushes my fingers tonight and the thoughts just burn me. maybe i miss this. maybe i miss those days that these journal entries were for me. maybe i just miss the people on ( Read more... )

well, its been awhile since i posted in this thing. i figure i should update it with some worthy news, ive finally graduated from college! this was my last week and on the 20th of december i was done. what to do next you may ask? well theres a plethora of possibilities that peruse my ever so ponderous mind. i've been thinking, and planning with ( Read more... )

feeearrr. what is fear? i found something akin to it a long time ago, but was fear its name? i hate the word. it is an imbalance and yet it is neccessary. no i take it back. fear makes the balance. without it there is no balance. ive traveled down this dusty road. ive woken up to phantoms, reaching out towards me with outstretched hands. a whimper ( Read more... )

President’s bullet-ridden body in the street. Ride, johnny ride ( Read more... )

speeding bullets. faster than. me

anyone can get the center of their energy split.

lately ive unleashed loose paragraphs in verse. a form of content i am not willing to traverse. its quite understandable to me whose obverse, and acute in mannerisms not slightly rehearsed. to decipher meaning from such eloquent reading is a skill developed over years of training. i will not pretend you know my meaning, yet still i portent a fatal ( Read more... )

drop the anvil. whats the use to keep posting here? i dont know. its not for your comments obviously because there are none. drop the anvil, drop the anvil. dropping, dropping. i have never felt so cubo futuristic before. in a way i feel that all my life i have developed this sort of message and view yet there is no view. death to the symbolists ( Read more... )

god you livejournal users suck. what the hell. im gonna go throw up now. and...im gonna like it. in my bed writhing in my own filthy defecation. a mental image i would like you to picture. where is the raunch? where is the petty, dirty obsession? does everyone pretend to have morals these days? or is everyone just too tired of being a FUCKING WASTE ( Read more... )