but please remember me, fondly
i heard from someone you're still pretty
and then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates
had some eloquent graffiti
like: “we'll meet again” and “fuck the Man”
and “tell my mother not to worry”
and angels with their great handshakes
but always done in such a hurry i cracked (some kind of joke ( Read more... )

I feel like the nothing is coming and i am the stone man.

the difference between being displaced and displeased is the company we keep ( Read more... )

listening to too much johnny cash and burning birdges... haven't slept the past two nights ( Read more... )

What a lame city, it's a shame it was such a nice day out.

nothing like picking your roomate up from a puddle of his own puke which he's choking on to let him puke on you so he's not choking on his own puke to brighten a day ( Read more... )

dilapidated again.
don't let it get to you
don't let it get to you
don't let it get to you.

I thought i was getting better... just another relapse. another ngiht of tihnking about things to say.
i need to leave.

"one minute you're waiting for the sky to fall... the next you're staring at the beauty of it all ( Read more... )

if this is a ship; we're sinking.
my god... this shit is crazy.

all that is keeping me alive is "dry your eyes" by the streets...

fuck. fuck. fuckfuck. fuck. fuck. fuck ( Read more... )