"Hello."

"Say what you have to say and get over here."

"Hello?"

"George?"

"Hold on."

--

I taste blood.

Lately, I've slowly began to appreciate my parents more and more, as time goes on. Well, now I change my mind. They piss me off, and I don't want to be home right now...or any other time that they're home.

Now, you see? The problem is that I view Hell as beautiful. Why, Hell, what would Heaven be without it?

Damn me to hell; I'm going deaf.

Chord progressions piss me the fuck off ( Read more... )

I'm currently in one of those states where I need nothing. It's not a fulfilled feeling, but I seek nothing. I came into scope again today with what is most important to me (myself, that is), then lost the feeling of it by the end of the day. If I was free tomorrow, I'm betting that it'd come back into view ( Read more... )

Don't doubt me....

And so be it; I am far from fault. See who is immature now. This peaceful separation will continue to take its course -- my displacement has already begun. Go ahead, walk off, I don't like who you're being, anyhow.

Stream brought words
and Stream brought meanings
Through its aether were seen all beings
beauty revealed as cruelty
Core of grief as death of desire

Stream flow in depth unmatched
crossed a statue with no hearing
March came colder than invited
crossed a realm of two endings
Stream to a sea had started turning