Write down everything you see ( Read more... )

i'll miss it. i don't deny it ( Read more... )

oh, what can anyone mean to you when you're standing in the milky way?

because i am fickle, because i am postmodern: fuck it! fuck it with a smile on my face.

take life easy. i mean so easy.

if all my mistakes come back to haunt me, i'll be as happy as i've ever been.

"...he discovers that words do not necessarily work, that it is possible for them to obscure the things they are trying to say ( Read more... )

someone once said that the greatest killer of comedy is dissection. i think the same of love. if i pull every thing about her apart, and analyze her to death, she becomes all these parts, these tangible parts that do not adequately portray their whole. i love her smile. but if i start thinking in more detail, like, i love how small her eyes get ( Read more... )

it's weird how all young children have this odd urge to show their privates to the opposite sex. as if there's something in them that knows they'll be practically paying the opposite sex to see their privates some day, so they might as well get a head start ( Read more... )

i almost feel like a jewish santa claus; spreading joy wherever i can.

a week and a half. this is crazy.

“Cool. You should get dreads ( Read more... )

first, let me state that i wish i could stop thinking for a while ( Read more... )

I am as ugly as I seem ( Read more... )