fog. mental and weather pattern. Blind as a bat and clammy to the touch. Asleep standing up.
vervain______:
my math teacher said it was impossible to be ethical without sleep. wierd, huh?
I have an amazing sense of smell. That is the one sense that can take me back to another time completely. Here in Los Angeles, every time it rains, I relive Portland daze in brilliant shades of grey. The smell of wet pavement reminds me of lovers, the pull of a cigarette, and spanish coffees at Huber's.
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joscelyne:
Someone brushed past me on the street and the scent of their clothes hit my nose and immediately I was taken back to freshman year, spring break, where the first boy who broke my heart came flooding back into my brain. I used to breathe him in whenever I got the chance, so much as to take what I could to make me believe a heartbreak wasn't all he would leave behind for me.
I don't understand how I could ever make someone's pulse race, but the thought of it makes my own go crazy. Dangerous? Not me. Maybe... Elaborate.
I don't understand how I could ever make someone's pulse race, but the thought of it makes my own go crazy. Dangerous? Not me. Maybe... Elaborate.
vervain______:
i have an early 7 am class on m, w, and friday and -(underlined) its a math class. i'm going through some discontented times which usually end up screwing up my sleeping patterns. sometimes, for no real reason at all,i bolt out of bed like i have something very important to do. sometimes lying in bed and thinking is a drag. it helps to get on with the day.
What is the most boring/ annoying question you've ever been asked?
What are you wearing?
vervain______:
jeans, a white t shirt with a faded painting of the virgin mary on it. (truth is more interesting than fiction.)
It is good taste, and good taste alone, that possesses the power to sterilize and is always the first handicap to any creative functioning. S.D
catculus:
I think that's what I'm going to do now 
(blow him off, that is)
(blow him off, that is)
vervain______:
i'm washing my hair less.
high in the afternoon, drinking breakfast blend and listening to a dead man sing.
catculus:
dead people can sing? :-P
_william_:
only when your high.
Silence and paint fumes. Hot chocolate and dirty boots. Early am. thoughts that drift into ether, while your memories coil and suffocate.
3: 35 and all is well. For the last two weeks I have felt on edge. Waiting for the other shoe to fall, so to speak. Unhinged. This is strange, for I'm a really easy going person most of the time. I have been overtaken by an insatiable thirst for mayhem, while at the same time feeling uneasy at the eve of it. Something big...
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It makes me want to sleep all day.
faith:
Care to elaborate?
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I gave money to a children's charity today. I got my name on a little sign. When I filled out the card, I couldn't help myself...I wrote Mefel Stopheleez. No one noticed.