Some times I wonder.

we were a stroke of luck

we were a goldmine, they gutted us

phony phony phony phony phony phony phony

never again

oh, well

now, i know a disease that these doctors can't treat
you contract on the day you accept all you see
is a mirror, and a mirror is all it can be;
a reflection of something we're missing

perfect

the past month has been so strange.. it seems like i rarely have the chance to stop or sit down and really analyze the complete blur of what's happening around me. i'm always extraordinarily glad and hopeful and genuinely appreciative of everything around me, in an absolutely mind-blowing depression, or simply a body breathing. i just try to not ( Read more... )

i had a dream last night that i was in a plain and white public bathroom ( Read more... )

"I let myself in at the kitchen door ( Read more... )

some of the noises that little kitty makes as she's face-humping the legs of the dining room table are unlike anything i have ever heard in my life. it sounds like she's mashing gravel in her head and loving it.

if you want to grow to absolutely loathe everything and everyone, make it a point to watch MTV and VH1 late at night/early in the morning when they play new music videos. if i have to see that god fucking awful Snow Patrol video with the bloated lead singer and his cocky half-smile smugly singing those unimpressive and bland lyrics in his medium ( Read more... )

they've been reduced to a soggy and lumpy sack of unapologetic lameness. yes. you.