fuck you, perpetual nightmares |
What do you do if your dreams overtake your life? If you wake up feeling like you've gone through another day? A horrible confusing day filled with conundrums. Running from yourself. It's so hard to t...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 14:38:00 GMT |
poker-faced banter. |
i am both a optimist and a pessimist. it changes with each day. each unforseeable situation, each passing minute. consequently i am a hypocrite (who always feels justified), and i contradict myself du...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 16:31:00 GMT |
traffic jam on my toast. |
Even though it was merely a thought, it felt incredibly wrong just thinking about praying (to a god I don't believe in) that there is an afterlife. Was it the guilt from knowing that I have no faith? ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 14:08:00 GMT |
i love you |
can you feel your heart racing, can you taste the fear in my sweat we've done this wrong we're too far gone these sheets tell of regret i admit that i am just a fool for you here is where we both go w...
Posted by on Wed, 16 May 2007 19:32:00 GMT |
Hello Demon! |
I'm starting to realize that no matter how emotionless I can feel at times, I really am a sensitive little bugger. The other day I was taking a break from work at the friendly neighbourhood Tim Ho's a...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 02:12:00 GMT |
oh lordyyyyy |
IT JUST DAWNED ON ME THAT THERE ARE MANY INDIVDUALS WHO ALREADY SPEAK THAT LANGUAGE. I guess at least I'll be able to understand them. Or maybe that's the saddest part of all...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 21:06:00 GMT |
so so crude |
I wish my lawn was emo so it would cut itself.
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 00:46:00 GMT |
the appreciation of language |
miracles truck comes down the little avenue, scott joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearlsand yes, you can feel happywith one piece of your heart. take whats still given; in a rooms ri...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 00:25:00 GMT |
little boy blue..the whore. |
Mary had a little lambHer father shot it dead.Now it goes to school with her,between two chunks of bread.
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,her clothes all tattered and torn.It wasn't the spider that...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 00:00:00 GMT |
I Dream I'm the Death of Orpheus |
I am walking rapidly through striations of light and dark thrown under an arcade.
I am a woman in the prime of life, with certain powers
and those powers severly limited
by authorities whose faces I ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 01:26:00 GMT |
