blame it on the weather ( Read more... )

smores poptarts are the food equivalent of crack cocaine.

all these accidents
red lights and bruises
and you push me away
its a state of emergency
a disasterous tease

all these emotions
nostalgia and tearful smiles
they push me up
to a state of emergency
shouts and screams

I need to buy a light box. I can feel the dreariness pulling on me and i dont like it.

dont you want to hold me down ( Read more... )

Taking medication to get some sleep, my head is set afloat, or detatched from my body, a balloon tied by a string so I don't float too far away. I woke early, but there was a fog still behind my eyes, and I couldn't rub it out. The black liqourice and coppery taste from the medication still lingered from the night before. I somehow fell into my ( Read more... )

oh this imaginary malady
broken bones and brittle teeth
line up like paving stones
or little houses on a lonely street

a smile like a cemetery
dead and hollowed out
i can imagine a tiny gravedigger
piling dirt in his mouth

he destroyed sodom and gomorrah
he toppled babylon
and he laughed the whole time
as he burned and poisoned all of vietnam

no matter how hard i try to avoid melodrama, it finds me ( Read more... )

sometimes its just not worth it

getting punched in the face for walking a drunk person home is the best ever!!!!!!!!!!1

ok, so last night i had a really weird dream ( Read more... )