Greetings and mahalo. Insanity follows me everywhere with only fleeting glimpses of the real. Somewhere in between I found the time to write this poem. The least you could do is read it and (God forbid) enjoy ( Read more... )

I'm sick of being the way I am and seeing the way I could be. Mostly I'm just sick of not being able to write anymore. It used to be the only thing that made me feel better about shit that shouldn't make me feel bad in the first place and now I don't even have that. whatever... i fuckin give up

I have realized... and recently come to terms with the fact... that I formerly was... continually am... and will indefinetely remain... completely out of my mind.

Ahhh the great and terrible city of Toronto! A city where you should never trust anyone just because they have the same name as you, a city where American bands are welcomed with open arms as long as they have Irish accents, a city with too many rastafarians and not NEARLY enough drug dealers, and finally a city where the locals (and I cannot ( Read more... )

It's easy to go to bed every night with a head full of worry, wonder, and want if you just tell yourself it's all going to be better tomorrow. Sleep changes nothing. Self-prescribed assurances are empty. No one can make you better but yourself and sometimes, you're just too late in the actual realization of it all. You go to bed with ( Read more... )

Iowa was a blur. The last thing I remember was pulling over Stephen Robert Garrison in his Dodge Ram circa 1998 somewhere at the border, before crossing into the next forsaken state ( Read more... )

I am addicted to brownies. That's it. Oh and my new job is kinda boring but, everybody's pretty nice. BROWNIES... sorry.

Don't forget, my little minions! Happiness is a dream unless you're a stupid fucker who can't tell the difference. You'll never be happier than you are right now because everyday that passes gets you a little closer to the day you're gunna die. Now if that's not enough to cheer you all up... I have a nine inch nails excerpt to top it all off ( Read more... )

Blackness. Unexpected and wholly unwanted... blackness. A parody of what could be considered my life flashes before me and the only thing I can muster up is "fucking dairy cows." I had seen the cop in my rearview for at least 2 miles and wondered what could've been going through his mind when he saw the callamity unfold. What? Worrying about ( Read more... )

When you reach a certain age and accumulate a certain ammount of knowledge about the world around you and how it operates some strange things happen. I guess it could all be referred to as the "last fleeting glimpses of a dying childhood", this exact moment when you see how hard the world really is and you become the person your going to be for ( Read more... )