Ihaveandwillcontinuetoandwithinthismomentdobelievethatwhatissharedwillserveasunendingfeastofbeautyandinspirationunionandwelcomereperception. But I swear, it is hard when a table set for two seems to seat only one.

I've reached some sort of wall that bends are grows and depending on where you stand it wraps like the inside of a hollowed sphere or it becomes a steep slope to climb, sometimes I can see the top, but mostly I'm always trying and failing to get to the other side.

And if this wound is mine why is it so reliant on you and eye?

We've been learning to keep secrets, like nasty thoughts, jealousy, our intentions and dreams. The biggest of all-what I carry with me.

Damn these dreams that find me waking a mere five hours after lieing down, damn the past hour I've spent watching the falling poster bounce in the fan's window. Don't damn me or my dog or anything I've ever wanted.

Fuck this, fuck you, fuck me.

Fuck my head and fuck my heart.

How naive.

I'm in Ottawa right now. It's 10:15, I'm in a cafe. There is a bar downstairs that is already packed and shit but mostly there is an insane amount of bass. Like this joint is shaking. There are police dressed in their blue with green side packs hanging off their belt, looks like riot gear to me. There are flags stuck to people's heads umbrella ( Read more... )

Don fucking Cabellero.