Crumpit â„¢ [and i called your name my cocaine]

About Me

It just makes me sick, the shit I write.. If trite smelled of week-oldgrocery store sushi, such would be the smell of the coming paragraphisites.Paragraph parasites-- I'm bloody good and clever sometimes.No, but this is all going to be deleted sometime in the next few updates(which, in consideration of my login frequency or lack thereof, mightn't bevery soon).The shit I do and say is deplorable. I'm a fucking horrid, eatingdisordered, obsessive compulsive, affection-attention-loving-loathing-fearing mess; that sums it all up. You're no picnic either, doll face.Whateveranywaymovingon. If you likelovelike me, I'll love youunconditionally. If you're a Blue Meanie, you can suck it and I'll feed youto my parakeet, who will then sell your jewelry for new guitar strings anda moog synthesizer.Is my success in this dreamcrush-powered industry inevitable or what?<3

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone who can further broaden my understanding and perpective in regard to life and the cosmic things that make us tick. Beautiful, brilliant people..

My Blog

baptism by starshine.

Star,Sweet shining star,Lustrous beautyIt is, indeed, nights like these when I need you most.Turn to youNights and twilights,Retracing footsteps to water's edgeLanguage divine,Sing to me in moonbeamsi...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 23:52:00 GMT

observe.

walk from room to room and seeglossy ribbons line the paper wallslanterns, silver, red, the palest goldsway to the moon rabbit's tune, enchanting girls, all their fragile hips withpainted heart-shaped...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 23:43:00 GMT

how i wish to never thieve another breath, to sleep without waking or beating heart. letmego.

I feel so done with being alive. I've long grown weary of going through these incipid motions. Not that I have the guts to do anything anymore dramatic than self-induced starvation, but I simply feel....
Posted by on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 17:34:00 GMT

air is such a heavy thing to put on.

Forgive me latelyIs it worth the wait if I knew it came?I know grass is just belowIn the dark, under the starsThe field beneath, the sky aheadA breath of mischief in my headMy lungs clean of all the t...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 17:45:00 GMT

a sesquipedalian for show i am not; a perpetually starving lover of knowledge i am.

I have such a ridiculous love affair with the English language (and general etymology, effectively) that it stifles me sometimes. Words are these beautiful, free-floating things, terribly under credit...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 11:56:00 GMT

fuck you. whatever.

I weigh exactly what I did three days ago. I must. I know I must. No more, no less. I must I must. I hate you so fucking much. I hate you so, so fucking much. I hate you like I hate myself. I will be ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 13:44:00 GMT

inescapable; inside, ill forever weigh 925943509345534 pounds.

I had a dream in which I was back in middle school (albeit at my current age), sitting at the lunch table with a cheeseburger and potato chips, staring down at it in all of its grease-pooling sickness...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 02:45:00 GMT

ask yourselves.

To all of the kids who were so sickly cruel to other kids throughout gradeschool: Was it worth the state of your conscience? -Crumpit
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 22:35:00 GMT

veins are purple.

I've been deeply, sickly worried all day today. About everything and nothing, I've been worried. Unsettled. I let everything personify itself through the voice of my eating disorder, but there's more,...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 00:24:00 GMT

life-size

I wanted to write about passion that is like a disease; I wanted to explore those moments where, like a spectator at the train wreck of your own life, you watch yourself losing control, turning into a...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 01:35:00 GMT