Damn these little burps and bubbles
Half Stops and interruptions
Small hands stacking smaller fingers
Lined with rivers of shadow, tiny cracks of grey

I've discovered that there is absolutely no way of properly explaining your interactions with the person you love/your exact feelings for them to anyone...including them. I wish I could talk about my feelings as well as I can write about them...I suck at life.

So I was going to write some shit...and now this old fuck is here and hes a total fucking bastard and it makes it hard to think fuck I wish I was man enough to 86 his crotchety ass arararararar every time hes here he fucks with all the vinyl and then demands to hear the bob dylan album nashville skyline and even though its the only bob dylan I own ( Read more... )

It's funny how time changes things, namely...yourself(myself/ourselves). My perspective now is millions of times different than I ever thought it would be.

If I were king,
Then you and I'd be neighbors.

HAhahahahaha
Here I am
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
There I go...
Herherherherherher
There I went!

Our hearts never forget...neither one of us could have ever really felt differently.

I wake up breathing A's some days
And other days it's B's
And though I love the taste of both
The remainder will displease

Some day I'll have to choose between
The two and and stand at ease
But until then, again and again
I'll be breathing A's and B's

I've burned images to the back of my eyes like negatives
Painful reminders and unwanted realizations
Unholy, wholesome, pure and decayed.

All my friends are making babies
Me? I'm gracefully going crazy