Everyone has a story that can break your heart.

I have stories.

They leave me waking up after dreams
wanting to
punch my window until it
smashes into an ominous kaleidoscope
leaving scattered, beady eyes
glimmering, festering
waiting

to eat me up.

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This morning
a woman sitting on the curb
asked me for a cigarette.
I gave her the one I had.
She asked my name
I told her Clementine.
She thanked Clementine and lit it up.
I smiled and kept walking.
And my head is buzzing
and I think-
I'm pretty sure-
that I want to be
Clementine all the time.

Blury pictures of my tattoo and one of me ( . )

I think women should be goddesses. And there should be less female than males, and they are beautiful. And every group of men gets one to share.

SUCH a god damn perfect idea.

I've updated too much recently, but deal ( Read more... )

Humans are infected. With minds that feast on detail upon detail.
We worry. We miss. We regret. We aspire.

Learning to just exist is learning to live. Learning to be, to simply be, is the most refreshing.

I believe in free love.

One day you will see me moving inside you. And then I'll be gone.

She tasted her words. And swallowed him whole.

When I never look at this thing anymore-
Only randomly for a few seconds-

I realize how god damn emo it all is.
And it makes me want to puke all over it.
And I mean livejournal in a whole-

So I'll update here quickly-

I'm alive.
It's summer.
It's beautiful out.
I got a tattoo.
I'm happy.
I hate 99 percent of people.
I love everything still.

I walked down main street with modest mouse flooding my ears and a clear sky fogging my vision. Two shooting stars and six cigarettes later I lost the ability to wipe the smile from my face. How beautiful my life. An ocean breeze tunes out the empty bed. And the empty bed is my own choice. And the beautiful faces I can see so often is more than I ( Read more... )