I finally after eight years snuck into the yard it was only held shut by a bungee before it was locked but no one lives there except ghost pigeons and spiders. There are a few things left inside, a couch some peeling paint, one or two lamps and out side there is a television set with a readers digest medical journal on top unopened but I opened it ( Read more... )

who?

hello world. it's halloween weekend. i'm going to be a beautiful ballerina. the end.

i wish i knew how to stop torturing myself. or telling anyone anything ever.

i might as well just be a cardboard box.

rats.
we are all rats.
maybe that's what happens with the absence of love.

blind fish
will ravage you
in the lost lake cave
when the earthquake hits
and you move to tennessee

i gotten beaten to a pulp by a sailboat yesterday. i feel like an old lady. there are birds here, many. i should swim now. the end.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. yeah well.

78 hours til i get in my car and drive the heck away from this awful burned down dirty love-barren pile of ass. i can't wait. it's going to be sunny and warm and quiet and green and i shall read books and lay in the sun and drink lemonade and listen to the birds and float around on the giant black tractor tire tube if it still has air in it. and ( Read more... )