I was thinking today about babysitters. I don't know why. But, anyway, I have had the strangest baby sitters ( Read more... )

I am angry. It hurts. I'll get over it.
Live for the moment. Forget what I think I know.

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I meant to put this here as well:

birth: I light a cigarette crouched in the bed of an exploded Ford truck, my back against the wind speeding from the north-west. The sound of the ocean is carried upon its parched lips. The echo of an echo of a ghost. ( Read more... )

June 18th, 2005
I'm giving up on life.
Just so you know.

And I won't care
About anything
Or anyone
Or me.

it's failure by design

That's done.

Two headed boy all floating in glass, the sun it ( Read more... )

There is murder in my heart
There is murder in my heart
There is murder in my heart

And I've never felt so alive.

I changed my schedule around a bit after doing the assessment tests yesterday.
I did well.

Dude isn't here so I'm blasting Tegan & Sara.
I puked again.
k. bye.

I've become entirely too superstitious and ritualistic.

No medicine exists to make my lungs work again
My hearings dead, only static
If I said your smiles all that mattered
Would you save my life

So, I puked my brains out last night after not being able to move on the floor and shaking like a bitch.

I got a good nights rest though, and my skin looks so nice after I throw up.

School at three.
Tell me you love me.

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