I'm just pissed off right now. It's not at a particular situation or person or...well I suppose it is a place. More of a dimension if you will. I'm pissed off at the future. I'm VERY pissed off at the future. I just want to put on those "dimension boxing gloves" they're going to invent sometime in the year 2237 and I just want to punch the ( Read more... )

Just when the comprehension of the situations nearly fall almost so neatly within my grasp, just when I'm on the verge of dressing the part for the next season, my hand is cut off, my clothes are stolen. The present + inevitability = the unknown. The events, the days, the people...so unlifely of them. My conflict...my conflict...my conflict.... ( Read more... )

So I'm gonna come out and say it. In recent memory, Rachael is the only woman (besides my mother of course) to actually not only break down my argument, but make me literally, stumble over my words, lose my train of thought, attack that loss and then immediately give me a figurative pat on the back with her words like a mother would do to burp her ( Read more... )

Weird feeling inside my head, weird dreams, nightmares, no consolations...songs, superstitions...everything is...a distortion? I don't understand.

If it is true which I don't want to believe so but if it is, then that one time we spent together...that one tiny time that our lives touched...It was good while it was. It was good. And those times that you posted on LJ, those times were good too. Don't worry. I'll see you on the other side one of these days and then we can have those times ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm on some type of reality TV show...Real World Tempe...Jesus...we're all characters...we're all characters...

Maddock leaned listlessly against the stubby planks of the Palm Tree. Eyes closed, cig in mouth, relaxed throughout, he carefully calculated the words in which Crimson spoke to him as he exhaled from a long drag ( Read more... )

You know what the worst feeling is? That feeling when someone tries to wake you up! God! You'll be in a euphoric fuckin' utopia dream land world and all of a sudden, this unwelcome, unfamiliar, "What the hell are you doing in my DREAM!" hand will just pop out of nowhere and will TOUCH YOU IN THE DREAM! So you're in your dream and you're like " ( Read more... )

By the way...This weekend I received 8 stitches in the top of my head. I have speculated upon several reason as to why this happened. 1) As you have probably already guessed, this WAS alcohol influenced. 2) Monica Gallo was chasing me (she was making out with my associate brother, Tom) 3) I decided that jumping off couches to get into kitchens ( Read more... )

Am I a threat to the world or myself? This question has been constantly raised since that last week when I argued with Ashlea and Kylee. Words so harsh yet even to this very moment, I still stand by them. Ever since then, it seems as if almost every person whom I know wants to argue with me about somethings and nothings. Usually nothings that ( Read more... )