we can continue on such non-sense to fill the days

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 18:04:51 GMT

In a Manner of speaking I just want to say. That I could never forget the way. You told me everything by saying nothing. In a manner of speaking I don't understand. How love in silence becomes reprimand. But the way that i feel about you is beyond words. Oh Give me the words that tell me nothing. Give me the words that tell me everything.
In a manner of speaking semantics won't do. In this life that we live we only make do. And the way that we feel
might have to be sacrificed. So in a manner of speaking I just want to say. That just like you I should find a way to tell you everything by saying nothing.Give me the words that tell me nothing. Give me the words that tell me everything.

in paradise ill drown in you

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 17:49:55 GMT

I swear me and this man are headed down the same paths.

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 21:18:08 GMT

I hope I go into a lucid dream and never wake up. I can't seem to wake up anyways. who am i kiddin.

fever dream

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 04:52:32 GMT

sometimes. only sometimes. when your life slows down and you find yourself rediscovering. a sudden stand still. the blurs of the ourney and now there is you and everything that surrounds you. at this very instant. the music you have let into your life. the colors and patterns. the first person you see when you wake up in the morning. its not the same anymore. and yes, i have walked here with my own two willing feet -- with the occasional help of a shove or any abandonment. ohh what a glory it is to be in love. and what a defeat it is to realize you are still alone. and will always be. a material of your possesions. and a slave to music.

HI

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 05:41:57 GMT

I've been working on a piece that speaks of sex and desperation...Tell me about your love affairs. Tell me about your moral resignation. Is this love of ours a lie? Is it killing me alive? Is this love of ours a lie? Is it chemically derived to ascertain
And sequester the pain. What I've saids been said. What I've knowns been known for longer than I have known. But I still/always sink into the slightest moments of love. For a brief moment, I know, time, no time. But only what is staring back at me. And I shirk back scared out of body into my corner of time.

and to it all falling down

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 05:42:15 GMT

this is why im never enough.

this is why every moment stops short in my lungs.

i've made you so happy and so sad, but which should I be more sorry for?

merry fucking christ.mass universe,

i am in love

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 18:19:07 GMT

in love with the new itunes visualizer.

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 05:23:16 GMT

Sometimes. There was some times that I actually felt ripe. I was so sick of my own skin that I scratched it all off in hopes of growing feathers. In hopes of flying out of the Troposphere and into the Thermosphere. Out into space where I can listen to old jam sessions from 1969

all i ever really wanted was to

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 05:08:35 GMT

this world has its claws on me, attached, seething. this is the craziest age of ages and sometimes i dont know how to face it alone. opportunity and oppression in a click flick of a finger. in a unkind word spinning across the universe. all these images, my eyes cant even find a rest at night from them. my eyes feel defeated, deceiving. the air feels suffocating here compared to back home. but if it were home id still be there. these bitter times go by so slowly. the better times leave too soon. or maybe i drown in it all much too fast. i dont feel like i have a right to say this, but all i really want is a home.

give me heart
Just give me hope
give me love
Just give me warmth
give me all I never knew
give me something
to hold on to

caress every nerve

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 22:38:40 GMT

everyday, i slip further and further into my books. i hate the ending of a book. its a lot easier to live, then to accept the ending of a book. something missing, something left untold. someone elses life that you wont be living through any longer. im a damn headful of chalk.

on alighter note, my spinal chord feels like its on fire.

Thu, 29 May 2008 00:39:51 GMT

What a frightening thing the human is, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can read only a few and those perhaps not accurately.

it comes as it goes

Thu, 22 May 2008 05:31:45 GMT

sitting quietly watching the days pass by, feeling like they are someone elses days to be spent not my own. i was listening to a song the other day that ive heard many times before. but i was in a different state of mind and it was so much more beautiful/meaningful to me in that moment. so i guess, its really not whats around you that counts its the feelings and the emotions you put into them. you get what you give. and yes ive had this epiphany many times before. im sure we all have. yet day after day after bloody day. we need a reminder, we need the repetition that we so hate or mold into. i need you to be there to remind me of who i really i am. i need to see my love smiling from your lips back my way. i feel it all comming soon.

weiord

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 07:20:40 GMT

someone said i look like this girl, cept shes got 3" on me. i wish i could meet someone in real flesh and blood who looked exactly really real like me. the mirror never does Justice. the J on my keyboard doesnt work so i have to copy and paste the letter in when i want to use it. JiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJiJi, lame. bleh.

happiness is up on the shelves

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 19:44:03 GMT

i wish i lived in japan.

maybe

Thu, 13 Mar 2008 21:01:57 GMT

I refuse to have intercourse until a non-latex-based, nonhormonal birth-control method is established.

clipso

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 06:33:16 GMT

...

we hit a pregnant deer today with our car and now we have fresh deer meat sitting in our fridge. this is gross.

weiord

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 00:42:27 GMT

if life will show me one thing it will be that drugs are stronger than love.

love must be an infinite and eternal sacrifice.

haha

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 19:45:59 GMT

i found my answers amusing.

Psychoanalyze Yourself. Grab a pen and piece of paper and answer the following questions with the first thought that comes to mind. Then read which each answer means. (No cheating!) Don't look past the questions until all questions are answered.

1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. With who?

2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?

3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?

4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe it.

5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?

6. You enter the house. You walk in to the dining room and see the dining room table. What is on the table?

7. You exit the house and a cup is on the ground, what kind is it?

8. What do you do with the cup?

9. You walk to the edge of the property where you find yourself standing at the top of a body of water. How big is the body of water?

10. How will you cross the water?

1. The person who you are walking in the woods with is the most important person in your life.

2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems in your life.

3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems.

4. The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition to solve your problems.

5. A lack of a fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed personality. You'd prefer people not drop by unannounced.

6. If your answer did NOT include food, flowers, or people, then you are generally unhappy.

7. The durability of the material with the cup is made of is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship.

8. Your disposition of the cup is representative of your attitude.

9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your sexual desire.

10. How wet you get in crossing the water is indicative of the relative importance of your sex life.

-some random guy
-squirell
-i try to get close, it moves on
-a small house, but beautifully made with fine material and lots of fruits and a big garden
-around the garden in some areas
-fruit bowl w flower vase
-a cup with flowers planted in it
-water it
-a cliff, the ocean
-give into all fears and jump, how else would i

Fri, 04 Jan 2008 03:16:06 GMT

I fancy you
But I've been destitute
And all I know dissolved
I could never reundo you
I will always say it's so
I will always speak the truth
Descend into a noose
I could never reundo you
I want to bury you
Vultures circle around
Feathers float, wings flap, beaks pound
And though my hearts exposed
I could never reundo you
I will always bleed the truth
I will always speak and know
I was sent to cut you loose
I will never reundo you
I want to bury you
Dismantle me

coal

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 20:13:44 GMT

last night i woke up at 2 am and i looked out the front window and there was all this lightning. it was lighting up the whole channel between here and oahu. everytime it flashed it looked like daylight. it was hard to go back to bed. i just wanted to sit there and watch it. now its been raining all morning.

ohh the days, when all i wanted was a carmel macchiato and a warm bed.

<3

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 05:44:42 GMT

i want to go to cal-ee-for-nee-ahh, babes. (plural)

all the same nonetheless

Mon, 06 Aug 2007 08:19:53 GMT

its been forever.

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 02:43:02 GMT

i can feel every inch of my body, and it hurts.

cocaine between my toes

Wed, 30 May 2007 07:11:39 GMT

life, youve wronged me. and i dont care about you anymore. or anyone in it. including myself. im going on a diet. a really extravagant drug diet. and im migrating north. because this summer is starting to feel like winter. in my mind. and everythings poured from my heart, out of my face and onto the floor. all i want is things i cant take with me when i die. and all i really really want is for the package that i have been waiting for for the past year to come in the mail. tomorrow. i wish rachel wasnt such a stranger. but im afraid it has become inevitable.

juice

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 03:50:23 GMT

i am on a road to deprivation. to experience that life isn't a series of goals, milestones or acquisitions, but a process of education and evolution.