March 2011
1 post
February 2011
3 posts
bleeding through the bed until from downstairs i'd...
on his back he was licking his wounds like a cat, his purring was small moans of satisfaction and pain. he rolled onto his side and starting biting at his wrists. tearing of small pieces of skin hanging from the long cuts down his arms. deep wounds marked his days of sobriety. so far two large scars spill open fresh with his warm blood pouring in perfect streaks down to the tip of his elbow...
playing in traffic and losing
tire tracks on my face…
given the circular nature of both wheels and skulls, each time the tire (those two parallel axels bounded to half the spine of a two ton metallic elephant of the west) would approach my head, i heard the vibrating asphalt anticipating the two spheres coliding- the one in motion dominates my lifeless head and my face skids across the...
January 2011
2 posts
September 2010
3 posts
Lake of Pain
“dwelling in front of my lake of pain
watching sunsets and sunrise
wishing for some rain
glistening its reflections into my eyes
in the morning, and again at night
by moonlight
bye moonlight
while i sleep it freezes over
then the morning light makes it boil.
lake of pain, i should be building a drain i will miss this simulated landscape lake of pain, so many lives you’ve...
August 2010
27 posts
V im going to write a book
(10:45:52 PM): and im an alien (10:46:00 PM): and my home planet is what i wish eearth was VicariousWolf 10:46 pm (10:46:07 PM): llolol tayjaeblazed 10:46 pm (10:46:14 PM): and i will ddescribe all our casual doings like theyre bizzare rituals
comfort is so personal, like our nests. But ugly plastic nnests and steel hives will last forever and its the most temporary natural nests that deserve that immortality. that oppurtunity to forever influence the future generations. comfort from drugs or music or food or movies or a person, the listt is forever. comfort becomes your identity. i care who i am and i will love her.
Stevo: You see life is like that. We change, that's all. You see, the guy I am now is not the guy I was then. If the guy I was then met the guy I am now he'd beat the shit out of me. Those are the facts.
I SAW A GHOST LAST NIGHT
sleazoidspice:
Or so I thought.
So I was sleeping in my bed, chillin in dreamland, when I woke up like I do a thousand times during the night.
Because of the way the furniture in my room was positioned, and the shadow being cast on my chair, it looked like the little Asain boy from The Grudge was 2 feet away from me, staring at me…to which I was all:
And jumped up, but then my eyes adjusted...
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questions are a burden to others and answers a...
July 2010
61 posts
frances farmer will have her revenge on seattle....
It’s so relieving To know that you’re leaving as soon as you get paid It’s so relaxing To hear that you’re asking whenever you get your way It’s so soothing To know that you’ll sue me, this is starting to sound the same I miss the comfort in being sad(x2) I miss the comfort in being saddd-aaaddd-aaaddd-aaaddd yeah…. In her false witness, we hope...
lornadoome:
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