It was the anger in the eyes of so many cute girls right before they elbowed me in the ribbs.. I saw juliet lewis and the licks last nice, she rocked, how unbelievably sexy. What happened to crowds at rock shows. Everyone is so violent in such an aggresive way. I have to admit I lkind of like it, But I am kind of a...
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A war of words it has become. It is not a battle lost, but a batle that has yet to come that comsumes me. The light that I have been trying so hard to avoid has not gone out yet. It seems that if we start a war then the time for compassion is gone. All that is left is to kill them all. But...
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could it be that the gates of hell have opened up to swallow us whole? It seems more likely that lucifers demons stepped out, looked around, shook their heads and went back. Evil now walks among us. It has the face of virtue and goodness. To want so much and to receive so little , that is my motto of the day. A breif moment...
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Prehaps this will be another mindless thought about my eventual death. But that doesn't even register as anything remotely relevant anymore. But yesterday was halloween, my most favorite day of the year. Why is it that The things I find most attractive, vampire girls, fishnets hot shoes and corsets seem to be only found in certain dark corners and no where else. And why do...
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If only I were president. Would I make the world a better place? most likely not. But that is not my place. I am here to speed up our tragic ending. The world does not need to be improved it needs to be destroyed. And with so many people watching it would mean so much more.
If I was a disease, could I infect you?...
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If I was a disease, could I infect you?...
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emilyjay:
Sorry to not get back to you, Iw as out of town for a while... Back now, but not mentally yet! Whats happening?!
Just writing, I need that juice, the energy that only can be gotten from others misery. Well not quite, but its worth a shot.
If a tired brain could seem to ever mind what the body wanted to say. I think that only then could I truly understand what I really am. This fixation with death , where does that come from. It seems to...
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If a tired brain could seem to ever mind what the body wanted to say. I think that only then could I truly understand what I really am. This fixation with death , where does that come from. It seems to...
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Have you ever just stared at yourself in the mirror until you no longer are scared of what you see? The results can be suprising, facial expressing are much more telling that I realize.
If only I just wasn't thinking.
If I could have every word back, I might almost be able to say something right.
People, some can be so sensitive, while others feel...
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If only I just wasn't thinking.
If I could have every word back, I might almost be able to say something right.
People, some can be so sensitive, while others feel...
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rickroyal:
Oddly, the longer I stare into the mirror the more I see that the face isn't really meant to look like anything. Skin stretched over bone and whatnot in the most functional manner. The eyes -- mere holes filled with jelly sacks -- are especially odd. But frightened? The thought never entered the noggin.
So it is another small moment in a rather normal day. The stranger seens to have no mercy. But as we all know that death rides but a pale horse, what can we do. It seems that I have gone through a role reversal. How is that possible. I seem to know more about less and that is but comforting. It seems that hope, could...
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Another weekend destroyed, but they still havent taken me yet. Im waiting, I guess I haven't been vocal enough. But the alcohol seems to flow much better now that I can make MOONSHINE. Gallons of it, and no I am not delusional, and the medication is working I swear. It just so happens that I am a mad-chemist who is much more of a mad...
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Another morning, no more rain no more darkness. Well if only for the afternoon. Chemically unbalanced, that is one way to define it. I prefer to think of it as simply a lack of the right chemicals. But, regardless, it is still all about the smells, the taste. Something almost visceral, but lacking communication. If only my body could speak and my mind was no...
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