like errands n shit |
i stayed up til 5:22amthat was the last time i noticed before closing my eyelidstoday is my day off and i don't want to do shitmaybe bike to the lakebut ihave to wait for my paycheck to arrivevia post...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Aug 2009 14:00:00 GMT |
sounds divine |
the sugar in this juice has settledi can see it piled upmy hair reeks of cigarettesi didn't even smoke anymost of today awake i've been in a daze critical mass ride is this eveningplay that 8bit music...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 14:49:00 GMT |
like no one was there |
there is a scab on the right side of my index toe of my right footi danced so hard my middle toe scraped a whole in ittie die is in your blood my friendi could see it in your beaming eyesas i asked if...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 17:35:00 GMT |
we threw them down and broke them |
night of sweet talking gone greatended up in the lead of a race for companyit's a typical non-requited explorationi'm used to it being this way just a glimpse of a fun adventureshake the snow globe fo...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 14:20:00 GMT |
own best company |
hey, lonely has just got betterno whining no touching no talkingwho needs physical attention anywayno company no matteri am my own best companyi lie
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 14:16:00 GMT |
this bed is a couch |
smog in my eyes. fingers in my ears. dry in my throat.
my serious demeanor does not suit me.
this song is my enemy.
i am a masochist to let it play out.
press repeat.
orchards of sand grow and ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 00:19:00 GMT |
you will |
i am a canoe that cannot find her water. it has evaporated. it will come next rain. i hope it rains soon.
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 00:16:00 GMT |
before and after |
smile. wave. blush. call. walk. laugh. birthday. talk. walk. dance. walk. lie. caress. night. believe. call. talk. heart. movie. kiss. skate. drive. cook. fade. argue. break. miss. kiss. leave.
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 22:21:00 GMT |
sounds sexual |
i crave sweating and pumping my legs to the max. sounds sexual, but it's just a bike thing.
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 15:10:00 GMT |
jungle in the restroom |
i gaze through a vast jungle. i see my shower. the paint is peeling. i take one. i am clean. this is a bad habit.
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 23:56:00 GMT |
