and what more can i say then lonely...

time doesnt move while out to sea and when it does you can barely tell. its a pointless event. really. with my woman of boat it is that much harder. i feel like i fucked up...i hope i didnt fuck up...

we always make life so hard for one another. when will we learn?

what more can i say other than aggravated. money can be stressful, even if we make ends meet, i always feel like we fucked up on something. and work, don't even get me started!!! People can make the simplest shit so fuckin complex. I wanna punch someone. *shrugs* fuck em...
what more can i say other than life...its just life.

We met at a Sinclair station a few hundred miles away from Grand Junction. I don't know why we met there....I think she picked the place due to its discreteness. Being that far from anything this gas station was one part store one part truck stop diner. We talked for a few hours...pointless conversation, the whole time my gaze on the windows or ( Read more... )

i don't think she got me when she wanted me.

she isn't getting the catapiller.

she isn't getting the butterfly.

she still has to wait.

nothing but a cocoon.

nothing but a shell.

Long time no write ( Read more... )

he
he smiles
he smiles and
he smiles and waves
he smiles and waves a
he smiles and waves a gun

BLAM!

you are annoying and pushy. stop being so needy...and i know i am not one to talk...but grow the fuck up. why are you such a leech? what are you doing to do when people stop giving in to your needs? can you adapt? can you change? i think if you made a cocoon now, as a petty leech, you'd emerge as a fuckin cockroach. you make me want to vomit ( Read more... )

wake. walk. work ( Read more... )

there were never any leaves on that flower....just a stem that has (engraved beautifully in monotype cerosoive[or however it is spelt]) "He loves me ( Read more... )

home again home again jiggy jig jig ( Read more... )