Blah Blah. |
I am not an attractive man. In fact, I'm lucky to have an overweight wife. My thin hair is pulled back in a ponytail. In fact, by thin hair, I mean close to no hair. There is an intense shortage of ha...
Posted by Axel Stone on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 12:45:00 PST |
Surprise! I’m depressed :-) |
Definitely waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Ugh.
I've been having dreams lately about my inferiority complex. I keep having this overwhelming feeling that I'm just NOT good enough at all in any...
Posted by Axel Stone on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 07:21:00 PST |
Broken Jaw |
Broken glass falls like rain. I can taste the tears and sweat on her shoulder. I kiss her broken jaw, her teeth broken from the fall. We're spitting blood and looking up at the window we'd both fallen...
Posted by Axel Stone on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 11:48:00 PST |
Dig Holes |
I'm letting the emptiness dig holes into me. Just fill the empty cracks. I want to sleep it all off. Dream it all away and wake up feeling all right. Is a partner too much to ask? The answer is etched...
Posted by Axel Stone on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 11:00:00 PST |
Random, sad, dumb shit |
Shit I had to write on my phone because of lack of alternatives, and that I have to put on here to remember because apparently I don't have microsoft word.
It's all gay.
1. She gets what she wants. Cl...
Posted by Axel Stone on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 06:43:00 PST |
Come Here |
Sleep it off, son. We thought you were dead. The memory's a cast-iron claw through consciousness. Hazy from the inside out. C'mon boy, I'm so pissed at you. C'mon dude you don't even want to know.
On...
Posted by Axel Stone on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 08:33:00 PST |
Fish Hook Face (Ode to the Old Home Place) |
I love bluegrass. This story is 65% true.
She's got a fish hook face, and beautiful legsThat love to walk away from meAnd big brown eyes that stare into mineAnd lips that taste so sweetWell she r...
Posted by Axel Stone on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 04:55:00 PST |
Beginning |
My dreams are dying slowLike the rush of the wind through my windowI dim the lights to blackAnd everyone turns their back
In a story without a heroI squelch my thoughts to nothingAnd turn the radio on...
Posted by Axel Stone on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 10:52:00 PST |
Dreams Come Crashing |
And bridges burn no matter how sturdy. Love dies, and everything disappears. Picture yourself in a room alone. Who are you going to kiss goodnight?
Posted by Axel Stone on Wed, 30 May 2007 02:30:00 PST |
Random |
Sometimes it takes a little while, but I have to wash it away. Finding myself alone no matter how much surrounds me. I guess how I really find myself feeling is just in need of a connection.
Usually ...
Posted by Axel Stone on Wed, 30 May 2007 06:22:00 PST |
