Forced Nostalgia she said ( Read more... )

like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun
wha?
senior?
school?
life?
EMO?

myspace whores.

this

is

when
we

all

SIGN OFF,

and send the machine to SLEEP.

A Study in Shade ( Read more... )

The Ambiguous It ( Read more... )

The familiar tempo of four four and distorted power chords poured through the oddly shaped room, tinted with a curious hue of red, through a mediocre sound system equipped with fourteen inch sub woofers, and refracted off the wall that was the home of the limited edition crying Velvet Elvis. People dressed in various shades of black poured through ( Read more... )

Despite our belief we are not the greatest species in existence. We are not the missing link, this is not advancement, the turth remains the same. As we push forward searching for our destiny, which we know damn well is death, I sing a song in desperation for the dying, those who could all be helped so easily. Those who fill your fucking plate. All ( Read more... )

so everybody put your best suit or dress on ( Read more... )

i want that sexual tension ( Read more... )

I have nothing to write
I am not inspired
so this spot will be saved and erased and ready for when inspiration does indeed hit.

---note to self--