Wasit a minute... |
Drunkenface ya sposen? Yeah, pretty much. He never really loved me, you know. YeAh. Pretty much breaking my heart. I need him so much and you have no idea. I wish he realized how much I love him. I ha... Posted by My Flying Machine on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 02:34:00 PST |
Optimism, my greatest challenge. |
Sometimes it's difficult to believe that anything is this world could possibly change for the better. The powerful fly to crush the passionate. Anything new and beautiful is swept away to be packaged ... Posted by My Flying Machine on Tue, 22 May 2007 12:47:00 PST |
bloggetry |
Last night I had a dream that the Terminator was after me.
I hunger for artichokes.
I cough.
Sometimes I look down and notice that my wrists are abnormally tiny. I marvel at what little effort would... Posted by My Flying Machine on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 02:18:00 PST |
woah no way man like totally |
stupid stupid stupid stupid
David! Come play with me! You are my favorite person to complain to. You don't tell me I'm being stupid, you just cheer me up. That's nice.
Music, CTF tonight, nothing... Posted by My Flying Machine on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 12:24:00 PST |
die flea die |
organic bug stuff.
took care of 822$ bill at Deaconess.
hungry, sleepy, broke.
let's do art projects.
tonight, CTF, but I cant get a babysitter. :( Tomorrow night= babysitter but nothing to do.
ba... Posted by My Flying Machine on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 03:59:00 PST |
definitely too late for damage control. |
I guess it's certainly true that apologies are never enough. And every time you hurt somebody, the ghost of that action sticks around and taps you on the shoulder at crucial moments to remind you that... Posted by My Flying Machine on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 10:00:00 PST |
Happy antisuperbowly day |
I've decided that really, the only logical course of action is to just kill. everyone.
After I eat some more Good & Plentys. Posted by My Flying Machine on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 03:33:00 PST |
internet access, reflections. |
It feels like tomorrow. It feels like I slipped and fell into someone else's world. I remember how hormones in high school could build or destroy anything. Teen angst drove me to test my boundaries, k... Posted by My Flying Machine on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 03:04:00 PST |
a blog. |
In regards to the inevitable deterioration of order in my own life and perhaps the universe itself...I wonder why my conscious effort and inwardly voiced decision to avoid disaster repeatedly fails. T... Posted by My Flying Machine on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 12:56:00 PST |
PHONE NUMBER |
624-4864this is how you get ahold of me now.if you want.yes. Posted by My Flying Machine on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 09:57:00 PST |