i went to amvets today rather than stir fresh. i found a book called "is sex necessary?" and on the cover it says 'an extraordinarily confusing approach to an old subject written by expert skaters on the thin ice of decorum.' i liked the description so i bought it ( Read more... )

so, twenty facts, is it ( Read more... )

i feel numb and would dare to venture that this feeling will linger for some time to come.

i didn't much feel like talking today. i didn't feel there was anything needing to be said, really.

i sit, rotting away in my seat, a demon pins me down, fucking with my head. he shows me a slide of pictures, screen captures out of life; stills for me to admire or shrink back from. i don't yet know his intent. a cacophony rising with his breath, he whispers to me; spits his name into my ear before taking my hand and leading me towards limbo ( Read more... )

i watch my organs spill out of me disheveled, decayed. rancid. this is the first time anything's come up in years. i feel lighter. empty. like my soul has left my body. it's finally free. good, it has saught peace for a long time. i hope it gets what it wants ( Read more... )

love is the most addictive drug of all. the sickest obsession with the biggest pay off. you want it so badly and luckily it's not frowned upon. and while you have it and it's mutual it is the greatest feeling but after you lose it you live through a wave of pain; a withdrawal of sorts, and you come to hate the very drug ( Read more... )

we rush towards codependency as if our life were literally in the hands of a partner and vice versa. as if leaving their presence might directly cause their death itself. we hoard eachother's company and lock ourselves within eachother's hearts. and when we get there we reside there for months like willingly caged animals; tamed. we don't mind ( Read more... )

i don't lead a fulfilling life, i just force feed my disheveled, putrid organs full of the cereal

i sit, writhing in agony. each minute like a hot branding iron in my side. i can't think. i can't sit still. i haven't slept in three days. i've not had an appetite in weeks. my mind is wretched and wanders back in time. it's moments like these that make me wonder what i'm still doing here. a storm of indecision, confusion, rolls in the ( Read more... )

je vais indecision ( Read more... )