attention deprived/an apology |
certain revelations have been made very clear to me recently. revelations i evidently wasnt quite ready to acknowledge these past few months. i had decided that moving to ann arbor was a great idea. a...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:37:00 GMT |
courtesey, many thanks, and fuck you too. |
It is rude, unbelievably rude, to interact with another human being while you are talking on your cell phone. Get that piece of plastic the fuck out of your ear. I know I'm only a coffee slave to you ...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Aug 2005 09:35:00 GMT |
a hunka hunka burnin love |
id like some fake chops, spraypainted hairline, and a nice big pompadour. i might settle for a bald body specialist, or a tattooed rebound. i might not talk to anyone, i might just get a dog. because ...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jul 2005 17:26:00 GMT |
wash my love |
i walked to work today, it felt like a movie. thunder and pathetic rain. the abandoned freighthouse, the people with better places to get to. down the hill, over the tracks. i didnt feel like jumping ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Jun 2005 15:39:00 GMT |
a while ago (a wilted ego) |
im not sure what this business class does. i cant go on nothing anymore, if you dont know the half of it.i think i need help explaining what you make me. because its not like me on either side.and to ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Jan 2005 18:19:00 GMT |
au-gest indeed |
whom do i love? let me count them all.
the one over closer, he lives upstairs. with a whore for a cat and, hopefully, a forgetful mind. he is righteously ambiguous, and keeps a clean house. i bet ...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Aug 2004 02:57:00 GMT |
when the stars fight |
i seem to lack the luster i once had. speaking with people is seriously revealing to me how much time ive actually spent alone these last few months. and how i can only bring to the table quips and co...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Aug 2004 22:32:00 GMT |
too many dead people |
i was sitting in the lazyboy. there were two windows behind me. couch to my right facing the center of the room. the room was big. the kitchen was off and to the right. the hallway through the kitchen...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jul 2004 09:41:00 GMT |
the joker and the thief |
which one steals my life? which one steals my smile? neither are to be trusted. so why am i amongst them? what has put me here? and what wound is this? i wear the same path, sit the same way, everyday...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jul 2004 12:24:00 GMT |
At noon, I |
"Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what
makes life meaningful."
how disgustingly correct that statement is. and surely meant for today. if i werent filled with such cy...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jul 2004 12:25:00 GMT |
