High above the world with bayonets affixed to ankles ( Read more... )

Well, while it may seem a bit hasty or rash, i guess i'm getting rid of this journal. It seems that while i still have things to write, thoughts to ponder, and plenty of questions that i may never answer, most of these things are dealt with in time. And while i never said that i could solve these problems my own way, i suppose the time has come to ( Read more... )

One day everything will make sense to me, will work out somehow, and when that happens i'll breathe such a fucking sigh of relief that my lungs just might collapse ( Read more... )

Sound travels slower than an abstract thought, but faster than a bullet speeding once the collision's been caught on film, or bits of canvas bleeding from ink-stained sheets ( Read more... )

I miss the cold seasons.

So i've finally come to the conclusion that life is just a timebomb, and the sooner it explodes, the better.

Something even in the remote vicinity of being moderately decent happen, please?

flip shits now.

She's living through my memory, she'll never be forgot, by name.

The weak's end.

They call it tunnel vision. Eyesight limited to the bare minimum, no periperal aids, no cornersight, just a straightaway towards that one picture playing across your horizon. Sportscasters speak of it often, observing athletes as they concentrate on nothing but the ball or end zone. Drivers get it when they've been traveling long distances at high ( Read more... )