"All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets ( Read more... )

sweeping statements swallow intent,
as the fish whose innards beg forgiving
for the taking of some swollen sailor lost at sea.

lost the sorrow in your eyes--
pawned it for that tin foil filling,
tickling the insides and outsides
which line our lies for a better tomorrow.

i guess.

updates are lost to the thrills and insecurities of living a situation without progressive contemplation.

we'll see if this turns out any different.

whoa, bros.

The 33 year old man in Canada built himself a fem-bot in place of a real wife.

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2023392.ece

she has all senses except for smell, watch the video. it's interesting.

i feel detached and dispassionate. I'm keepin' on, but man... I've never been so unenthusiastic and apathetic ( Read more... )

i once fell in love with you just because the sky turned from gray in to blue.

i want to express, and love. but all i can do is quote lyrics and engrave my silence in to my skin.

i'm going to do this, and there is nothing in the world you can do to stop me ( Read more... )

i'm trying to write a paper on a book i read this morning.

there's a fly incessantly buzzing around my thoughts. I'm distracted by the safari i've embarked on to murder this pest.

Perhaps I'll justify the bloodbath in MLA format.

green grass.

Last night I had my annual Ken Kesey love affair dream.

Looked at the calendar this morning, and saw it was his birthday. Keep it up, subconscious!