Writer’s remorse |
I probably shouldnt write what i think.that's why its a good idea to do it.I am wrong, so i do what i shouldnt.hereby i attest i am not drunk,i am end.you know me well.still, we never meet, and so we ...
Posted by Your Mom. on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 07:10:00 PST |
it speaks to me, sinfully, when god plays along |
forgive me for faking.im rude, and arrogant.and my passion is dwindlingits been too long since ive taken the time to find new places you're ricklish.and its been too long since ive traced a heavily br...
Posted by Your Mom. on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 09:21:00 PST |
in before th... |
i lose.and imalways in after the first man. the man joked about to be a coward. The man that protects the feelings of people he despises. hes a man.i feel like a boy.a second rate never had a chance o...
Posted by Your Mom. on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 10:25:00 PST |
Oh we're not worthy. |
I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done, proud of myself and the loner i've become. You're free to whine. It will not get you far. I do just fine, my car and my guitar, and I am done with...
Posted by Your Mom. on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 03:08:00 PST |
Our Deepest Fear |
Our Deepest Fear Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, w...
Posted by Your Mom. on Tue, 29 May 2007 06:36:00 PST |
takes one to know one. |
I still believe like im a little kid.im safe in my chair, or my bed for that matter.i know that if i dont look in to his eyes,the hairy, vicious, sharp fanged monster breathing deeply silently waiting...
Posted by Your Mom. on Sun, 13 May 2007 09:23:00 PST |
happy thoughts for a birthday. : - ) |
for the longest time i never believed that anyone just wanted to die.no good reason. just die.and now i feel like it would be fine.there wouldnt be a note.there wouldnt be a memory.and the casuality c...
Posted by Your Mom. on Tue, 08 May 2007 06:59:00 PST |
???? ????? ?????????. |
15 minutes.the span of my attention.and the time i bear remembering.for 15 minutes the person you were is he person you are.and 15 minutes breaks me down into who i was.15 mins holds all the feelings ...
Posted by Your Mom. on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 01:49:00 PST |
aaoa |
My Master.Paranoia.It's the man on the otherside of the screen breathing heavily when i go to use the bathroom.It's the person staring at me through the glass in the door to my room.the thing hiding b...
Posted by Your Mom. on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 01:05:00 PST |
hippity hoppity. |
catch a white rabbit.something i don't stride for enough.giving in before i get what i want, or failing to hold on when i catch one, are fatal flaws in character.often times striking near mortal wound...
Posted by Your Mom. on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 11:01:00 PST |
