Oh, Sharee, I'll never be ok unless I get a chance to make you happy. But I don't know how to right now.

She never misses a shooting star, because she's always looking up

If she ever stops my heart will break completely.

I've realized lately

that im completely closed up again

The only part of myself I loved was the part of me that loved ( Read more... )

I'm in Las Vegas. I flew in last night from New York.

I've had a good trip, seen a lot of things, visited family including Aisha.

I'm about to say the most honest thing I've said concerning my state of being that I've said in a very long time, and that is: I don't want to go home.

Now, by "home" I'm not referring to my house. I'm not referring to ( Read more... )

I'm catching a bus to Las Vegas tomorrow. From there, I'm going to Washington DC. Then, I'm taking another bus to New York.

Me and the Devil
"You may bury my body
down by the highway side
spoken: Baby, I don't care where you bury my
body when I'm dead and gone
You may bury my body, ooh
down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit
can catch a Greyhound ( Read more... )

1. What would you take from your house if you knew it would be flooded tomorrow:

porn to be enjoyed in a remote wilderness location.

2. If you could erase anything you ever said to anyone, what would it be?

(NOTE: none of this is sarcasm, I really am sorry)

The first thing that came to mind was possibly the most horrendously fucked up thing I've ( Read more... )

Loaded Words into Blank Shooters ( Read more... )

Disturbed memories swirled around in the manner that a loosed bullet might unsettle many years of dust from the cold attic floor. A loosed bullet aimed at a box of old photo albums, a collection of home movies, a decrepit bronze-rimmed mirror that hung 10 years ago in the entrance way 3 houses ago, a child enamored with relics and artifacts... ( Read more... )

I don't know why.