I find that my favourite colour changes too many times to keep up with. It was a deep and passionate purple-red, the colour that promotes sexual mischief. Then it was a forest green, simply because the forest has been eating up much of my free time. Now I'm feeling vibrant red. I want to hang from a street light and wait for it to change to red, ( Read more... )

there is a naked man in my shower. thank god i don't have a husband. i imagine he would be very upset. why is it that i can never decide on one certain destination. i want to stay. i want to go. now it's transformed into i want to become reborn and move to bosnia. why bosnia? who knows, its the first fantasy destination that came to mind. i can ( Read more... )

The summer insomnia has returned. That must be what you would call this. Also, within the past half hour I've adopted a really inconvenient cough. Its one of those coughs that keep revisiting you, which also doesn't help with my attempts at sleeping. How come no one feels the need to call me at 2:08 in the morning? Certainly they aren't concerned ( Read more... )

She managed to taste the blood wine again tonight. She managed to sing to the sky and understand she is not wanted again tonight. She managed to lose her insanity and her pen, hard to believe. She is usually good at keeping track of those things but she got messy tonight and lost both. Both needed. Both valuable. Both sitting somewhere in the park ( Read more... )

I met the drink that I have been replaced with, the meal replacement, because he doesn't have money for food or his drink, but I do, and I am still asked for it. Go transfer buses, and drink until you vomit and vomit until you drink, its what your good at. Sure, I'm to blame. I keeping agreeing. I shouldn't though, I gave no signatures or blood ( Read more... )

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Sometimes, holding hands isn't always the universal symbol of a relationship. Sometimes, I need a brace before my drunken stupor gets the best of me. Nothing more, nothing less. A whiskey groove doesn't signify anything more than a drunken dance. I don't like getting drunk around people who keep your guard up, where you have to be in a constant ( Read more... )

Even though it was hours ago, the taste of blood wine is still hiding somewhere in my mouth. Maybe it wasn't hours ago, exhaustion is a good factor to consider when measuring length of time. Yes, my tiredness will get the better of me, but what kind of season would this be if I lounged in bed at reasonable hours of the night? The poor lamp walked ( Read more... )

How have I never felt a handful of hair and grass together? I'd like to call it a textural explosion, but that sounds too forceful for an accurate description. Perhaps a textural invitation may work better. Its the right amount of soft and solid, the perfect mixture of fluidity without ever getting your hands wet. It was one of those days that you ( Read more... )

everybody who I could want to talk to is asleep. Or at least that's what i'm assuming. even though its only 2:22. well, 2:32 now. it was 2:22 when i was making my egg salad sandwich on whole wheat bread and wishing for an awesome day tomorrow. although now i wrote my wish so it may not come true. who knows if that is actually true or not though. i ( Read more... )