i wish her words spoke the truth of her eyes.
i don't care for any of it.
any of these emotional connections. a licensed doctor said i "crave drama". hah. but i wouldn't be anything without my connections to other people. i thank the supposed higher power for these lovely beings.
46,000 acres of my desert was burned.
all it left is the skeletons of something beauitful. and that is beautiful. no, it isn't beautiful because eleven poeple do not have homes. it isn't beauitful because thousands of animals do not have shelter or food. it is beautiful because it was completely natural. it was the essence of the world and the cycle we fill. it was, in the simplest terms and most convenient defintions, a demonstration of power in a delicate way.
i've spent a lot of time with the most discouraged, bored people i have ever met.
and it sickens me to think about their lifestyle. poor cierra. she is so wasted. living for teen magazines and designer brand names. she is a slave to money; to power. i would like to think my entire generation isn't the same way. but the realist in me says the majority are. what a shame.
last night was divine.
i went swimming at nine at night in a closed community pool in my underwear. it was insanely refreshing. the green glow of the pool against my disfigured reflection. half visable stars above my head. silence. solitude. vulnerability.
entirely materialistic, yet somewhat metaphorical- i cleaned out my room.
those who have been in my room know the gravity of this. my room was art. lovely wonderful modern art. i am changing, mentaly, and i am not sure if it is for the better. i threw away two "jumbo drawstring trash bags with 75% more room!" full of my old identity. does this sound strange? oh nevermind.
i am sick of explaining myself.
to people with closed minds and lack of concern. fuck their ignorance. it may be "bliss" to them, but it is living hell to those around them. you know who you are.
i am leaving for new york in four days.
first we stop in washington d.c. for a few days, see the sights, spit off a few buildings, see the decloration of independence, all those field trip type things. then i go to see my large italian family. i love them. i LOVE them. a week of smelling the ocean and drags between the brakes of waves. then i go to manhattan. how does one begin to describe new york city? i am going to live there. i don't know how, i don't know when, but i will.
i love stand-up comedy.
Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she said we are all just prisoners here of our own device.
life to you.
any of these emotional connections. a licensed doctor said i "crave drama". hah. but i wouldn't be anything without my connections to other people. i thank the supposed higher power for these lovely beings.
46,000 acres of my desert was burned.
all it left is the skeletons of something beauitful. and that is beautiful. no, it isn't beautiful because eleven poeple do not have homes. it isn't beauitful because thousands of animals do not have shelter or food. it is beautiful because it was completely natural. it was the essence of the world and the cycle we fill. it was, in the simplest terms and most convenient defintions, a demonstration of power in a delicate way.
i've spent a lot of time with the most discouraged, bored people i have ever met.
and it sickens me to think about their lifestyle. poor cierra. she is so wasted. living for teen magazines and designer brand names. she is a slave to money; to power. i would like to think my entire generation isn't the same way. but the realist in me says the majority are. what a shame.
last night was divine.
i went swimming at nine at night in a closed community pool in my underwear. it was insanely refreshing. the green glow of the pool against my disfigured reflection. half visable stars above my head. silence. solitude. vulnerability.
entirely materialistic, yet somewhat metaphorical- i cleaned out my room.
those who have been in my room know the gravity of this. my room was art. lovely wonderful modern art. i am changing, mentaly, and i am not sure if it is for the better. i threw away two "jumbo drawstring trash bags with 75% more room!" full of my old identity. does this sound strange? oh nevermind.
i am sick of explaining myself.
to people with closed minds and lack of concern. fuck their ignorance. it may be "bliss" to them, but it is living hell to those around them. you know who you are.
i am leaving for new york in four days.
first we stop in washington d.c. for a few days, see the sights, spit off a few buildings, see the decloration of independence, all those field trip type things. then i go to see my large italian family. i love them. i LOVE them. a week of smelling the ocean and drags between the brakes of waves. then i go to manhattan. how does one begin to describe new york city? i am going to live there. i don't know how, i don't know when, but i will.
i love stand-up comedy.
Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she said we are all just prisoners here of our own device.
life to you.