Praise to goodbyes and to parting souls |
I pity you. I truly do. and if thats the best you've come up with, you're nothing new and you are only screw...ing yourself and all that you worked for....my head is pounding and theres no more room ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 22:10:00 GMT |
earlier blog simplified to make more sense |
Park- Day one and countinga voice says dont bother screamingday one has come and gone awayserved on this diet of needles and knivesconvincing myself to stay aliveare these the eyelids you tried to sav...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 00:29:00 GMT |
nothing makes sense again just like it should(n't) |
Ernest Hemingway: "The End of Something" In the old days Hortons Bay was a lumbering town. No one who lived in it was out of sound of the big saws in the mill by the lake. Then one year there were...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 13:19:00 GMT |
