For awhile I was under the impression that I was constantly deviating from the course that was assumed to be the correct, and proper one. But in a network composed of millions and millions of different threads to balance upon, it becomes the chore of one's existence to differentiate one from the other, when they are actually joined and bound so ( Read more... )

I deleted my other journal. I will delete this journal shortly. I wish I were still being productive. I need to find a girl my age. What is it with sixteen year old girl "trying-really-hard-to-be" models and their fanaticism with me? Pretty girls are always wearing make up. I'm 18. I started this thing when I was like... 14. The passing of time ( Read more... )

I am a day old congealed splatter shot direct from the bird's arse-hind-quarters. Hindu appraisal is a chance to find a new line of thought. Any true idea has expanded from an idea, which expanded from an earlier idea, which expanded from an even earlier idea, leading all the way back to the original idea that escaped an ass. Call it flatulence, or ( Read more... )

Add me on facebook.com.

I knew I kept this journal alive for a reason. So, how's it going?

This journal is terminated.

the condensation begins as a subtle showing of perspiration, a slow beading force preparing for effusion. you touch the glass to my back and the once hesitant bead calls on gravity, forcing a path to the small of my back, plucking the nerves as it travels. that is my guilty pleasure.

I was jumped this morning by two midwestern characters I've never met.
How comical.

The Complete Birth Of The Cool


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"He seems to be torn between two magnets placed on points opposite one another... He takes life too seriously... I want to see him smile, Kristen... Make him smile ( Read more... )