"you're not missing shit chels. we're just missing you, that's all."

i was contemplating things late today. not late in the day, but rather things i should have procressed before these moments. they were stashed in the place where time is devotion is worht the time it takes to think you over. contemplating the importance of the words that michael ( Read more... )

i am really writing this for you ( Read more... )

i was watching my shadow tonight. just the shape of a girl. prefered myself that way.

the goal is always never to compromise. the end is never as noble.

reading student writing, poems and prose and fiction and nonfiction, makes me feel like i could write again sometime. inspiration can be a bitch.

don't go quietly.

all you do is complain. its the same shit as it always was. i wouldn't call you when im in town. real shock there.

i can run much further in my mind then on my ground.

i like plays that hurt.

one half mile.

tom. no fair. you have to call. i need you.

everything is this sickness.

i burned my eye.  i burned it, and cried into the phone. i saw the ash coming, and i closed it, and i dropped the stick. i cried out the flame. and i cried all over myself. i burned my eye. i should have known better.

i am not a fool for it. i am cleaning up my own mess, and i am paying my own dues. if it will get me across the country to my girl, ( Read more... )

so kiss them......

i don't know what you're talking about. whore? i don't know what you went back and read. what you looked at. i don't understand.

tom smith. it would scare me to think that maybe you don't read, that you don't know everything already. so maybe you don't know that its been too long, that i need you to call, that you're not aloud to ( Read more... )

that subject line just wrote itself. i swear ( Read more... )

with jewelery, not your poison.

rob and i experienced some great pains this morning. together. just rob and chelsea, driving like maniacs. we quit on it. we didn't, however, quit on each other.

fuck.
marry.
kill.
they married me.
no joke.
those fools.

im going to finish my book today. i remember a poem.

i miss my mama. said the way i do, no the way you ( Read more... )