No longer update here...sorry.
But I do here.

You always ask permission! Damit! If it wasn't okayed by the fucking president then it's not fucking okay! Are you slow? You don't do that man. It's considered weak! You know things, private things, and you share them with other private individuals? No! You didn't ask me. I'm not who you asked!

You are normal. You are what we want. You are going to find what it is that you're here for. You will be happy. You will settle down. You will enjoy life, you will be happy. You will have it all. You will. You'll become adapted. You'll become strong. You'll become a leader, and you'll live real long. You'll have no regrets. You'll have no disease. ( Read more... )

Visions now slightly clearer, as raindrops that are less dense than before, continue to fall down my pane of glass. Cloudy skies open to reveal more clouds of different shape and thickness. One looks like me, if I was polarized white and set onto a blue backdrop. Drifting along, with a slight sense of direction spliced with some form of confidence ( Read more... )

The symbolism of words, mind's spilled onto paper in some form of ink. Some form of written expression. Expressed for whatever reason, does reason need to be expressed in order for you to understand? Ideas, thoughts, gifts, spontaneous bursts of energy in the brain whittled down from more bursts of energy and out the fingertips of the one trying to ( Read more... )

The cradle swings softly in an east to west direction of sleepy unity. Eyes, that are not mine, I envy with passion of what once was so soft, simply and pure. To once have had something so worth it and to feel as though it's gone; it's disheartening. My shallow sorrows of self-pity; of self worth and self-dignity. My attempts to purity and radiate ( Read more... )

My words of sweet sorrow, I speak with a slight twitch of my tongue. The knot at the back of my throat, more present than ever as I deliver what should seem to be the most intimate and emotional thing I've ever said, but it doesn't come across like that. Expression never was my thing and after all, I don't even know what I'm talking about.

Arrival at last, no later than usual, touching her head softly with warm lips and a gentle brush with two fingers over her lively glow of REM. She sleeps so sound, I walk past, in a haze of envy. The ability to recognize the need for sleep was never one I learned or piled into a list of valid things to do in my lifetime. Maybe one day I would add ( Read more... )

The morals of your brain, electrical impulses firing upon your spoon-fed knowledge, forced into you through others who also thought they knew. Ideals, issues, incompetence's, tasted and licked, probed and swallowed, all because someone said "Do it." To uphold your "upbringing" as one that is correct, one that is fail proof, one that is to...live by ( Read more... )

one...she has to be completely beautiful, inside and out. this includes not being a dumb girl.. looks.. heart.. and personality.      two...must respect/understand/like/be able to deal with art and creativity and understand why i get cranky if i have no outlet for it.      three...must treat me good...including not lying (ever.) cheating (includes ( Read more... )