microscopic feelings are exuding though i'm not sure if it's visible to any other conscious body. bad connections are disheartening and i'm still confused as to whether it has any ill effects on my sleeping patterns or what the bother even is. pretending not to know the bother is what's best. if we all had no desire to know about our existance then ( Read more... )

*insert picture of midtown music festival tickets here*

sitting in the spotlight, alone but together. rapidly getting higher than a seven forty seven. baked goods in our laps and sirens alarming we speed down back roads not knowing of any certain destination just so's we aren't that visible. we've stopped now and committed about three sins since. surely felt like a little dead ghostly child yearning for ( Read more... )

black dresses and veils of discouragement are worn to cover up the confusion of death.

i fall asleep with a book of free spirits lain on my chest, incense burning, and some jazz coming out of speakers across the room. it's real dim and the wind can be heard gloating through bushes and trees, knocking on different sides of the house. all in the nude, rapture blues. skin glowing from sexual healing, still pure. breasts form mountains ( Read more... )

i assume one day ( Read more... )

frightened i may never be able to sleep peacefully again. i was soaring, running from a lovers father. i completely insisted on going back, and back. there was no way to completely escape him without doing the most daring, which i did. heaps of black magic was used not only by the father but his cronies as well. i would hide out in the tops of ( Read more... )

objects -- opinions -- scrutiny. i've been seeing different faces, soaking up their energies and forgetting to cut myself off. falling over chairs, leaking tears of pure befuddlement. awoken from the morning light splashing on my face which emanates of lost luster. drinking up the salada green tea in hopes of getting rid of this splitting headache ( Read more... )

always searching the floors and reeking county havoc. gotta love those gas station attendants, am i right? we're always feeling a bit crazy because of sheer spontanueity and doing such and such for no obvious reasons.
always.

another smoking marathon - monotony was never this fun. we huffed and puffed and rolled down brown grassy hills that poke at ones legs. night fell and everyone wanted it but shameful feelings sometimes get in the way, along with all the coyness. heavy dirt roads were trecked and car sing-a-longs went well. chain smoking and chess playing were acted ( Read more... )