there are always too many regrets and faces in a city to take the time to focus on one. let the others fall into oblivion and pick out that one and lift it up. there was a discussion over a white-clothed table once of building empires. most fall, but the majority are around to see them rise in splendor. it takes will to build even if in the ( Read more... )

you can't be cryptic when you ( Read more... )

I start to write a vague theory without any names, generic and familiar circumstances and denying what any of you would normally refer to as emotion, but it turns into some sideshow that would easily be defined as psychotic emo shit and upset the few who might read behind the lines ( Read more... )

watch subliminal messages on your television and see if that helps you define. fight a war and see if the treaty satisfies the cause that revolution incited a fire for. take a drink of water and see if you can get in eight a day and feel quenched. read the newspaper and see if you learn anything new at all or if the words are just the same as ( Read more... )

I don't want to be changed. Is there something that attracts people who think they can give me salvation, grace, and reform? I don't want to be reformed. Like anyone there are things I want but it's not always what you want. I wish you would insult me and tell me what you thought and tell me everything, exactly what you want and why you want it ( Read more... )

i can't make myself log in and read some days. there are too many words that make sense in my mind, a kind of sense i'd gladly kick away for a chance or hue of something else that would make me possibly vulnerable to admit. logic was never overrated, logic will always be faithful. just because i say things like love are illusions created by society ( Read more... )

were you in the masses ( Read more... )

i just ate dinner. no, i haven't yet gone to bed or thought of going to bed. my internal clock is fucked up from the blackout (yes folks, bradley is in the city filming a movie). i sat in my room with a twenty-four pack of soda and a six-pack of beer last night and read voltaire ( Read more... )

sex. it's been awhile. not a long time but awhile enough. no i'm not calming down or laying off being badass or something but it has been longer than usual. or at least longer than usual since i've felt something. don't think i'm getting all romancey and feeling on you here. i'm not. i'm talking about...the high, the relation, the fear. the last ( Read more... )

good shit. i hate girls.