eh.

I love The Decemberists!!

I am blue. I am blue, and unwell.

No time for contact. Meaningless love. I miss you. You hert me. Hold me, Kiss me, Eat me. I like Bright Eyes, but I'm not so partial to his fans. It's cold indeed. I may very well become an alcoholic by the end of the semester. and fat. and broke. bah.................... humbug.

There's nothing better than a good conversation. It kinda sucks that people are always looking for some activity to do or somewhere to go only to find there is never anything to do or place to enjoy with ones entourage of the evening. I personally wouldn't mind sitting (or standing) and having a conversation about nothing with you ( Read more... )

Banned since the arrested (but they like to call it "detention" for minors). Todays focus, the curious crowd: The single mothers with carts full of junk food; The loving, happy, young couples who treat shopping together like an aphrodisiac; The dysfunctional family, fresh from sunday service. How many of the people were never courageous enough, so ( Read more... )

Then we can argue about the little things I do that annoy you. Sorry I hesitate at escalators. I'm afraid. No longer satisfied. Can't call me crazy when you barely know me. Don't you like the way I write to you? Don't you like the way I speak to you? Do I no longer move inside you? Do you like the way I move? Do you? Do you? Flush me down the cycle ( Read more... )

...we don't say anything ( Read more... )

You make me so sick I want to eat you bit by bit by bit or just cut a hole between your second and third rib and crawl inside and live forever a happy man ( Read more... )

I think I may have The Depression.

We can make up our own constellations or the life story of people who pass us by. We can't blow rings, but we can still admire the way it dances. Hum in harmony ( Read more... )