I have found my peace of mind, my common ground, my warmth. that one missing little part of your soul that you dig and scratch at the surface of every shallow experience on this planet looking for. expressed best in the least words with only the tingling sensation of your lips pressed over mine, and the feeling of the soft skin of your cheek ( Read more... )

Started recording and posting some of my songs on the intranet. need better photos for the page, and maybe a better layout when it comes right down to it, but whatever. here's the link for whoever wants. www.myspace.com/thislittledeath

I just hopped on here to post without realizing that I don't have anything to say unless I'm in some vague form of pain. whatev.

Do you think it'd be alright if I could just crash here tonight? You can see I'm in no shape for driving, and anyway I've got no place to go. And, you know, it might not be that bad. You were the best I ever had. If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago, I might not be alone ( Read more... )

looking back on all that I have written on livejournal and thinking back to how I used to be and feel and think is leaving me on the verge of tears. I don't know what's up with the sudden rush of nostalgic emotion, but it's seriously pissing me off. I am so tired of having to feel things so deeply and have such a newfound empathetic nature. I have ( Read more... )

Yesterday, me and Skyler went to OKC to The Conservatory to see the punk rock legends, The Queers. we danced, I moshed. it was the shit. THE shit.I found out that I can indeed dance. a little. it was probably just the good punk rock.

the sheer exhileration of it all. the absolute feeling of power, and withdrawal from emotion and the moral trappings of the most high god. the feeling of complete detachment from every hangup I have ever known limiting my behavior. and the ravaging revenge of the chaos made it sweeter than it could have ever been. I suppose this is the beginning of ( Read more... )

My own emotions are choking me up bad, and clouding my proper judgements. The irony of it all is much too great to ignore. It is either divine mandate or improbable coincidence, but the roads that have led me to this cross stop are inconsequential in light of the decisions and actions that must be taken in the future. This can either end badly or ( Read more... )

My inarticulate hangover hobby kit. It talks. And it says you are, you are so LAME.

I've got this little thing that follows me around that slightly resembles a puff of smoke. Me and a team...A team of trained professionals and I have deduced that it is either my imagination or I smoke way too much.

This boy has consumed my heart. Has forgiven me endlessly for mistakes I've made and never regretted it. He makes it easy to forgive him also and never takes advantage of it. He is always greatful for what I'm willing to give and he's never afraid to give me the chance at the same. Christopher Brantley is my soul, my will, my fucking LIFE. I have ( Read more... )