sometimes i miss you.

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"what?... what?" if i ask a simple question and that's the response. well... what would you expect? no-one's going to do that to me again. not even you.

people stink. i don't mean that they suck. i just mean that they smell bad. there should be stink police. if you're guilty... well... then you're dead. you should be out-right killed if you stink. what? am i outta line here? haha... no.. i'm just kidding... ha... ha ha... ha. i love people. really. this *poet* dude that i mentioned yesterday has ( Read more... )

i'm tired. a month of constant tiredness preceded by 25 years of insomnia. i find myself chasing after ghosts of better men. poets. preachers. ha... guys with cars. what makes a person have such the ego to go around and call themself an *artist*? a *poet*? what is THAT? why is it that the masses are so eager to believe and indulge them? i can talk ( Read more... )

god, there are a lot of crying, loser bitch boys on this planet. shut the fuck up and just *do* it ok? move on. keep on keeping on. where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to.. etc.. etc... why are you wasting your time with your *opinions*? they mean nothing to the ones you have your opinions about. no they don't. no. they. ( Read more... )

i'm here. my soul and heart is yours to do what you want with them. i trust you. i love you.
kate.

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners ( Read more... )

ni

One of the most surreal feelings is driving through the hope-princeton highway in the middle of the winter. The roads are clean and the sky is blue but all around is is just snow, valleys and trees so black