despite all of the spit that has accumulated on my open and extended hands and the ice cold shoulders i would still lay down my life for any and all of my friends.  pretty creepy and pathetic, huh ( Read more... )

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in 6th grade i faked pneumonia and skipped 85 days of school but when i came back my class had a mock business society wherein students would buy and sell homemade crafts with fake currency they had voted on called "dilberts."  i asked my teacher, ms.  swiatek if i could rent all of the room's electrical sockets and she asked if anyone else in the ( Read more... )

last night saw 300 which was sort've like watching a bunch of jocks beat up freaky gays while jerking each other off in celebration for two hours.  ALL IN SLOW MOTION ( Read more... )

i don't know if you still have that poem i wrote you all those years ago but i hope that you realized back then that it was not written with the aim of seducing you but rather with the intent of directing you away from my story.

so in honor of that poem and the boy who once wrote it i ask you one final time for both of us not to be there because we ( Read more... )

so this morning as i was going to work i was like yo dad im gonna be alone at work and i didnt sleep have alex call me and get a me a triple whopper ok?????? and he was like well maybe you shouldnt be such a $#%%^%&^&^&%^&$%^&%^&$% but ok i will.  so fast forward to like 1230 when my dad, wearing a paul pierce athletic tanktop tucked into a pair of ( Read more... )

"ambered rain"

ambered rain on my windshield
i'm turning off the wipers now
so that you may become my road
farewell crumbling vessel
restless and subdued
it's almost over now
still the beating continued
but he had already fallen asleep
in a bathtub he dreamed of pillows
and like a raisin turning into a grape
waking up he was warm water once more
and then ( Read more... )

i recognize now that it's for the best that i failed to inspire compassion because it's clear now that they most certainly are not taking me home--

and i'm as lost as ever.

<3-blackhole.

yesterday at the fair i purchased a parcel of figs with some euros and started to eat them but then realized that dealing with people is a lot better than commodifying them via metaphor.

you see the livejournal metaphor technique is little more than a glorified screening process.  for example, suppose i wrote in here that i was eating a bag of ( Read more... )

some of thse are about wanting to die but for the most part they're about getting my identity back and how cool that is.

"orphaned by a star"

he who was cut to the patterns of nobility
but fleshed with the threads of a peasant
posessing an awareness of all things
from the sorrowed roots to the tired sky
lacking only sense of where he ended and they began
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