tonight was... perfect? thats the best word i can think of. at first, i thought id been blown off. quite the contrary. we hung out for five hours and... i had an unexpectedly, unbelievably great time. for once, some genuinely good company. interesting silence. interesting conversation. similar taste and habit. it was a lot of fun. and most ( Read more... )

"We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, and yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home.

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead."
- Nutshell, Alice In Chainsposted last night originally in my last throes of ( Read more... )

I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"

So it's up the stairs,
And out of view. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
I asked your name;
You asked the time.

Now it's two o'clock.
The club is closed,
We are up the block.
Your hands are on me,
Pressing hard against your jeans,
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**note: to even begin to understand this entry, set your player to Funkadelic - "Maggot Brain", and youll be well on the right track. follow, children, and i will lead.

"Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time
for ya'll have knocked her up.
I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe.
I was not offended,
for I knew I had to rise above it ( Read more... )

i want to go to savannah, soon. i need this. a hotel room, spanish moss, the ocean. the smell of saltwater. i want the memories left on cobbled streets there. memories of a time when i still had a family, when i still had my innocence. i want to go and make a whole new memory... erase its past and paint it something new, something entirely my own. ( Read more... )

i didnt mean to get myself into this. got the nightly csi bump at 7, "& then i bumped again", 8pm. at 9 platoon, "starring charlie sheen" came on. im not a sheen fan, particularly. im not a fan of war movies as a general genre. i was editing figures and times from my three day nutrition/activity log when i noted that what i was hearing was one of ( Read more... )

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We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the ( Read more... )

I left a psalm on your pillow, to await the evoking of the dawn as your eyelids crept open. It was the psalm I wrote for you in shades of twilight. I exalted you in the abyss between eve and night. As the final beams of feeble-bodied sunlight fled, the ensuing night found me star-struck. Awe-struck. And empty. But your pillow was abandoned that ( Read more... )

psychedelia achieved. catharsis. the bowels of my soul and mind were emptied out and turned into color, shape, fear and pleasure at high speeds. words flew out of my mouth with and without comprehension of their values. the walls had rhythm and life became a line. the line is perfection, but i am a circle and i was the vine. poetry in my veins ( Read more... )