sometimes i make things better, sometimes worse ( Read more... )

dead.

we get up and search for a place to don the soon to be masterpiece. the rooms we weave through are like art museum exhibits. one a romantic realist display; lipsticked red tipped cigaretts poised in graceful hands, peeling wall paper, dressed up stoners lounging with a guitar, one a postmodern multimedia exhibit: justice leeking through the ( Read more... )

on a friday night, its time to just stay in berkeley; shmooze with people my own age, walk to parties and know i can go home without a bus, drink wine and listen to pop indie music. a condescending moob flashing guy invites my friend chloe and i to a friends party. i am hesitant, even nervouse. i dont feel like i have the right dress. my hair isnt ( Read more... )

someone have some problems and post them so i can have something to read on the old interweb.

baby slide me down your throat
lay down like this, it makes it easier.
swallow, here's some water
thank you doll.
feel better baby
that was so nice for me.

so im lonely. who isnt? im twenty and beautiful and tall and thin and full of potential, grace, knowlege. i study theater at uc berkeley, breaking down the spontenaity of existance into hour and a half, repeatable entertainment. at night i sleep in a living room with three other students who hardly know me, on a crappy cheap futon, by curtains that ( Read more... )

tonight i come home late ( Read more... )

why are my teeth falling out in my dreams ( Read more... )

hey, why dont ya think about me sometime
i think about you way more than i like.