pirra

christ, some people's roommates are neurotic bitches
there is snow on the ground and i don't think i could leave this room
and try to skirt past their passive aggressive stares
i did not fuck ben, only because it seemed like more bullshit to me
though i get the distinct feeling or actually i just know
that i could
the sickness that is monogomy has...
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last nite
i watched a friend of sorts
break down and sob
it was sad
but it was good to know that boys cry to. . .especially boys like him

i want to fuck my roommate
unless adam gets him first
he is mine. . .
how eighth grade was that?

we think we are animals
but we are not
we just want to fuck sometimes
and when we do
it ends up meaning something
though not very often
it the sense
you would assume to mean
that you were in love
lust comes with emotions to. . .
jealously, anger, affection
meaningless sex
is a fucking lie
it just means
different things
to different people....
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i am excited, very excited, so excited, that i am not exactly sure what it is for.
perhaps for the new house, a new fling, the dance. . . a new fling at the dance. . . or perhaps just for life in general. . . not all is going well, but that is o.k. to.
its one of those odd times where i really...
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bukowski is without a doubt one of the most brutal writers, i love it.
i spent to much money on books again
breaking up with evelyn was much easier than expected.
i'm going to be living with people i actually like for once
school. . . eh.
work. . . eh.
evelyn is having none of the cute hippie boy i drunkly attempted to hook...
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do people ever change ?
no, no. . .
only what they choose to display

last nite i just broke up with her, this time it was made real with words
not just actions

i set her up with this guy that i want to fuck.
the more i think about
the more it seems like a bad idea
fucking him that is
i know how to cure the thinking problem. . .

Really great quotes :

"when my mind's...
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i hate my life.
regardless of how many times an apology is made. . .
its painful to see how much words do not mean and how often things just stay the same.

it is surprising how much liking somone just seems to be a constant ache.
it is not in me to be spiteful or jealous anymore, now i just cry all the time....
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i remember a boy as he struggled to get out of my bed and into his pants, his naked, furry body open and vulnerable, a snail trying to re-enter his shell that seemed so small a few minutes earlier. his country ways that clashed like teeth on a metal fork with his ingratiating slimy, mannerisms. This tall, lanky boy with beautiful lips that had dirty...
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i remember the exact moment when i realized that my life had gone to shit, that it was no longer mine, it was as the few bubbles of coca-cola springing forth out of a large quantity of whisky, i sat there and watched them form a thin layer. . . around me there were people. . . these people have been my friends, my lovers,...
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