April 2011
117 posts
March 2011
229 posts
It all tastes like iron and wine
Be still
i had a dream last night where i had 5 girlfriends. only one was a fictional character. she was the only one i really liked too though. the other ones were people i knew, but they all overlapped and i felt really guilty about that but i put them all down pretty quickly. the fictional one that i actually tried to stay with was Ramona Flowers. its that kind of loveless but loving attitude that is...
There isn’t much to see here.
alpha! rita’s escaped, recruit a team of teenagers with attitude
– mother fucking zordon
how do you become the “director of the International Center for the History of Electronic Games”…is it something i can just make up and become. like right now can i be the director of the international center for the preservation of frogs?
Live is so easily derived in the extreme conditions.
the shit we did was preposterously grimy.
– on last night
the funny thing is i get why i liked them so much 9 years later now. it all came down to contact. i had no contact. still. that kind of crap still sounds like shit.
it is like that shitty feeling of getting under a blanket but it is cold becauseĀ your body heat has yet to become trapped.
or like the suds that get too close to your feet at the end of a shower and your already rinsed off
or like the dingy color of off white walls
it is not like the smell of lighting a match
and not like carved wood
and it certainly is not like a proper powerful large...
my pastime: walking around in well lit parking structures after the pubs close down and not many people are around to run into
-this is an image of words that might strike a cord, but probably didn’t, and if it did you kind of felt stupid for being moved-
-this is a sentence you realized wasn’t worth reading three words ago-
-this is a photograph of something you like the look of-
i.
i haven’t slept since Thursday morning
please excuse the bite
I think it would be rather easy for me to accidentally but quite really become a bum…that’s a scary thought. If I don’t figure out my self soon I might very accidentally spend my last dime on a pint and not realize I’m broke.
i am my favorite villain
you are actually an honest friend
i drove no where for 3 hours tonight
i wish i never lost you just because you thought so
i also wish i didnt have to agree to just go away, you know that was so bad of you.
love
love
loss
im gone
bye
I can smell my little cousin’s hair. India. I don’t love it but I want it back.
It’s funny how much you don’t quote feel like a young man out on the night sometimes. I’m really settling down quite bit. Tonight, the largest night for all drinkers, and I’ve had less then I’ve had last Tuesday morning for a drink. To be honest it’s nice to know my teen years are settling down quite nicely. And I’m sleepy. And I really just wanna go home...
sometimes life is as simple as cereal in your boxers
She’s got nice hair, and nice eyes…and probably nice breasts.
– J.J. (more or less my exact thoughts, always)