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Its time to start my shining new life. Overcoming depression is a bitch, but it starts with my personal choices (and abit of medication). The world will soon be mine.
nozimova:
yeah it pisses me off too. i couldn't believe it. she's just a spoiled fucking bitch.
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So I totalled my car Saturday night..
Thankfully, the way it crushed the front end caused it to kind of ramp over the car and not go through the windshield. On a lighter note, new digital camera has arrived and i am very pleased. Also a birthday in about a month and possibly a trip to Ireland. Why Ireland? Because its not here and i...
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user209834982:
no, no they are not.
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im going on a bender this weekend
im gonna get real drunk, im not gonna be able to speak and
ill pass out on my floor
i wont be able to answer the door
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rigormortis:
I think I'd enjoy not living in Indiana once I graduate college and can get a decent job to support the high cost of living in a big city.
rigormortis:
Mortuary Science. Possibly beauty school afterwards if I feel like it. ...and suddenly the screenname makes sense (if you get it, that is).
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What the fuck was up with today?! This had to be one of the worst days ive had in awhile. Nothing went right, was almost late for work, then it dragged on forever. I could swear i was there for years! got bitched at by the security guy too for my driving habits. smile ok i need sleep now...
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ARRR!!!
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I know you
You were too short
You had bad skin
You couldn't talk to them very well
Words didn't seem to work
They lied when they came out of your mouth

You tried so hard to understand them
You wanted to be part of what was happening
You saw them having fun
And it seemed like such a mystery
Almost magic

Made you think...
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rigormortis:
Wow. That, um, hit a little too close to home.
Is it a song, a poem...?

bok
zeddicious:
I thought the same when i read it. I was looking around at Henry Rollins contributions to some good songs by Tool and Les Claypool and the Holy Mackerel. This was one of his own , kind of a spoken word thing.
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I'm alone, as always it seems, but its black all around except for a light overhead. I examine myself but nothing seems right. I feel... disconnected. Im naked, but it doesnt concern me. I look closely at my hands, then my arms. I claw at my skin untill it starts to come loose. There is no pain, no blood. I peel most of the skin...
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