abyssurge

Rainy days. Where has my summer gone? There was so much to do, so much time wasted. I'm wet with terror. I claw at these moments, but they tear from these memories.

So here i am, in the middle of the forest. Trees around me, me laying in the ferns. At rest while very busy being insect food. Crickets chirp and things move. I itch. The soil surrounds my hands. I dig in, and my fingernails are filthy. They feel purposeful. Is that a word? Purposeful. I am too lazy to check. I see things that are...
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Saki it to me. Too much just isn't too good, sometimes.

...my weakend begins...
whisky befriends me once again,
a cheap one, that spirit.
He only comes around when I have money to spend on him.
He just appears everywhere.
I think calming thoughts about oceans and azure skies, about my love, Sapphire. I give what I can and she gives back, she's intoxicating. We enjoy eachother's company, but our nights of whimsical thoughts and light...
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I peek into the hardly opened door, the darkness consumes me. Enveloped in horror, the weight strikes me to the floor. Pulled by my heart as my head drifts away. Someone was touching my things.

So here I am. I just read a journal that I did 3 -2 years ago, It was a book with Alex from Where the Mosters Roam. I love those pajamas. It asks me questions, and i answer them. I went through the book today and almost none of my answers match anymore. I did see how funny I could be however. I think that...
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Oh, why was I born with a different face, Why was I not born like the rest of my race. When I look, each one stares. When I speak, I offend. And I'm silent and passive, and lose every friend.

So here I realize that I have so much work to do, and all I am going to do is have a Sapphire and tonic. I am going to make a sculpture this week. Just one more thing for me to break when I'm stumbling around looking for little blue martians.

I went to see Bad Plus, they were great.
I saw Vol. II, I cannot grow a beard yet.
i drank some stuff, i talked to people.
i wrote a poem tonight while I was watching a concert. I was going to write it now, but I wrote so much already. I just keep moving my mouth, I just keep moving my feet.

In the midst of debris, swirrling around me. I stared at my feet. The ground fell as I floated. I stood there in the sky. Time stood still, everything was tranquil and silent. The ground misses me and comes rushing back. I took it for granted once and felt freedom in defying it's presence. In the moments before it crashed into me I had time...
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I don't know what I'm doing home right now. I should be out drinking whisky, but instead I decided to get a twelve pack and a movie. Well I forgot to get the movie, I am so lazy. Yet at the same time I really should walk out and get some cheap drinks. Then again I probably had enough already. Well, there I go, that...
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