Work never happened. I passed out from Tommy's rhythmic beating of that poor vulnerable bag of cowhide and funny pills. After a long while of panic, it turned out not to be such a bad thing. It was nice to see a time of day I usually don't get to see that often. I forgot how beautiful late evening, no matter what kind of weather, can be really.  ( Read more... )

I'm sitting up in my comfortable bed in my very dim bedroom. My toes are constantly popping for reasons I am not sure of. I've taken a little bit of Valium and, aside from typing this entry, have sat here for the past half hour listening to my brother beat the punching bag in the garage below my room, pretending to be concerned about all the little ( Read more... )

count them all
before they disappear
if you don't know
which way they'll veer
so hurry on
hurry on to it

keep them close
before they lose their blood
if you don't know
the tongue you can't keep shut
so hurry on
hurry on to it

bury yourself
while you still have air
if you don't know
how much of you they know
hurry on
hurry on to it.
 

Silokinlosio

A sea of moon light shining angel-crisp
sitting in a deep cup of swirling voices.
All life is a prayer, all death is a dream.
All uni(verses) collide with wise energy.
All ebbs of energy are a sketch onto which
we cast ourselves as actors, fulfilling some hope.
What once was warmth
now is uncomfortable nostalgia.
To the many of whom faking ( Read more... )

and I still remember it.
I was ten that day, and the sharp gravel on my feet was unforgiving.
Nothing was going to stop me at that moment though to get away from their embarrassing screaming, the silence, and then the crying.
Doors still open in my mind sometimes, and I see tired strangers peering out of them, half awake, to see what all the commotion ( Read more... )

It's hard to conceptualize that only six days ago, I was on the other side of the country, living it up in one of the most, if not the most important and exciting spot on the entire planet, New York City. For those of you who weren't aware of this by the way, that is why I haven't been able to talk to you much in the last two weeks. Internet ( Read more... )

As more time goes on, I've been itching more and more to work in a bakery. I don't know why, but since I've been old enough to know what having a job is, I've always wanted to work in a bakery. There is just something that's so humble and romantic about walking in to the store early in the morning with the warm and comforting aroma of breads and ( Read more... )

Ok, so after waking up, oh, I'd say around 2 am and watching a few episodes of AB FAB, I've decided that I'm going to get my live journal back on track. The guilt of having this blank space that someone else would and could gladly use was just too much guilt for me to handle. Especially when I called dibs on such a cool name like this. My optimism ( Read more... )

...Gave up.