unemployment |
Desperation, compulsion, addiction,I am understanding what it is to be humanmore so than usual.Tonight I am tense,angry, frustrated, unable to movethe world around myself. Impotent-But I do not ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 21:38:00 GMT |
i fucking drank to much |
medimiddlehalfcenterunderwaycurrentpartialseperateby redefinitionbecomingin processsingularoneinward and several seemingly contradictory wordslikeregressing forwardinconsistent or consistentmovementan...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 00:47:00 GMT |
little secrets |
there are messagesyou don't writebecause you know that you shouldn't thinkthe way you dothe timing is wrongyou've changedthey've changedalreadybut you're wondering if it wouldfor a little whilemaybeev...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 23:52:00 GMT |
New Tattoos |
The machine has left the bodyfor the last time.No more electricityrunning up and down my ribcage,no more work, and I can't handle any morework.It is not exactlywhat I had in mindPeople will have certa...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 19:23:00 GMT |
two halves |
The first halfwants to spill our guts out on the table, confess to, but glorify all the asshole shitthat makes us human:running a car onto someones lawn just to ruin it, jacking off on a stripperwhen ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 19:59:00 GMT |
male biology |
I feel responsibility cominglike a shift in biologylike 27 fucks you uplike one day you go fuck,i don’t have anything?A little switch inside goesflip, and you start being a selfish bastard.It&rs...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 20:34:00 GMT |
fucktard |
The windows of the elementary schoolhave wire grates, black clinging rustcovers them, the weaving iron things like fur almost, a newversion of the metal, softerlooking.Spring is putting it's colorover...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 11:43:00 GMT |
taking |
I feel normalwhen it comes to having a love life, or lack of a love life.I’m becoming more patient,less greedy, fucking is still fucking.There needs to be passion,calculating the future awayis ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 01:35:00 GMT |
burning paper |
When paper burns it shrivelslike old skin-I think of hands, and how my own will look,the thick viens becoming deeppurple.I am a fire burning,as we all are,as everything is.Alcohol is gasoline is food ...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 10:22:00 GMT |
the home dellusion |
I was raised in a stubborn family. One that was determined through grit and with great luck to hold together the picture above the mantle.We livedon the inside corner of a Cul de Sac. We knew our nei...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 22:04:00 GMT |
