The TentsWell they’re tearing down the tents, they’re packing up the whole damn show ( Read more... )

i'm writing more and more, and it's making less and less sense. chew on this. don't be afraid to spit it discreetly into your napkin while i'm not looking.

AtomicOh, Israel’s son, feel the last gust of wind ( Read more... )

brooke and i split up ( Read more... )

Lyons, GAYou can tell me it’s reckless, selfish and cruel ( Read more... )

Someday, in a quiet conversation between friends ( Read more... )

ooh. depressing. i'm good though. how are you ( Read more... )

such a crazy couple a days ( Read more... )

how come the wolfman from the old golden age horror movies always choked people to death? he was a fucking werewolf, and he's got this big fucking claws and big fucking teeth, and all he ever did was strangle people. why didn't they just have him shoot people with a bow and fucking arrow ( Read more... )

it has been a long fucking time coming. holy shit it felt good to write something.

GavelsWhen the wrath hit my tongue, I think I tasted your blood ( Read more... )

i wonder why i don't write much anymore. i haven't really been inspired to say much of anything lately, regarding thoughts or poetic musings. brooke and i have great conversations, but those are always spontaneous. anything i put down here is preconceived. maybe i'm not a preconceived kinda guy anymore. pretty soon i'll be going to poetry ( Read more... )