why is it always like this. i feel like my life keeps stopping at: such POTENTIAL. oh jesus. in just about every aspect ( Read more... )

sick of the constant tension between boredom and stress. need something new. threw up today and so i don't want to go to class. grilled cheese is what did it. grilled cheese is not the same when it's not on the roof of an old mosad building-turned-hostel. maybe that's why i threw up. not really. maybe. i don't know. i feel gross. i miss him a lot, ( Read more... )

WELL THE SWORD SWALLOWER,
HE COMES UP TO YOU AND THEN HE KNEELS
HE CROSSES HIMSELF
AND THEN HE CLICKS HIS HIGH HEELS
AND WITHOUT FURTHER NOTICE HE ASKS YOU
HOW IT FEELS
AND HE SAYS, "HERE IS YOUR THROAT BACK,
THANKS FOR THE LOAN"

AND YOU KNOW SOMETHING IS HAPPENING,
BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS,
DO YOU, MR. JONES?

because i passed the fuck out and now i can't keep my eyes closed for anything. so i will do this instead. everything is so ridiculous and i wish my brain wasn't going a million miles a minute ( Read more... )

OH LOOK. WRONG AGAIN. FUCK YOU, ITUNES

first thing this morning i consumed much too much tom robbins and rufus wainwright, which was probably a terrible thing to do considering what i've done ( Read more... )

entirely too sick of all this.
whatever. thursday shall prove to be interesting.

here is my horoscope for Sunday ( Read more... )

Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in the
freshly-fallen snow beside
the one you love.
That's all.

-Richard Brautigan

i am feeling rather quixotic but in a slightly more negative connotation. radiohead is the only music that makes sense to me right now. i should learn how to sleep better. i do, really, like the way this drawing is turning out. i think i need to frame it and give it to somebody as a gift, because i feel like i can't keep it. i don't know why. i ( Read more... )