live journal still exists.

i've been looking at the bodies around me and i feel like we're not all that different. i mean women.. i mean female bodies, i sometimes think we're all the same molded blob. i felt like a man today when i looked at a moderately overweight girl and said to myself.. "hey this is okay, this is pretty hot. it really doesn't matter." i think most men ( Read more... )

i've been thinking of my brother.

where in the fuck am i?

how many times can one stare at the same thing, riffle through the same shit, walk down the same strip...
i have nothing profound to say
i just need something else i can concentrate on bitching about.

i want to look at you
because your eyes carry such concentration..
i haven't found that here yet.
i don't think i will.

cause' i want some love, so make it happen.

i'm getting into one of those funks again. i thought that maybe i got in them because i wasn't happy with whatever current situation i was in. now perhaps i see that they are part of me. and that mother fucking blows cock ( Read more... )

so.... what the fuck can i say ( Read more... )

goodbye for now to the good.
i'll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places.
when i'm around that is.
i love most of you! godluck.

i feel like i need to have something to say. i should say something right?
i've had a great time.
i hope to see as many as i can at the last supper.
this isn't the last day yet. i don't need to have anything to say then either.
fucking hell, it isn't a funeral.