I can't even believe that it's 3am again ( Read more... )

Pop is sex and sex is pop ( Read more... )

Internal reaction, called allergic reaction ( Read more... )

Raven black encrowches on river gold ( Read more... )

I hate the person that I was when I went to Guatamala. I hate the way I had to stand around with adults, aware of their characterization of me, and even of its flaws and its distortion to the real thing. I hated the way Frances was so selfish that it caused me rage. I hated the way I crouched in the shower, with all the light clogged up, the ( Read more... )

Journey Of A maiden ( Read more... )

A morbid beginning, a startling end. I place you before the pages with a candle stick and a will to make you read this. Soul's purgatory, hell behind your eye ( Read more... )

"Sing me the tales I heard when I wasn't born yet. Tell me about the times I felt your touch just under my skin. Speak in the whispers that only our shadows can, like the old days, when all we were was shades. Stand by me where we always stood before. There we were, and there we are. A hundred thousand life spans have spaced us but we haven't ( Read more... )

New journal, yay.