There I am in six grade getting ready for bed. Tearing off my transformers shirt and the mini pair of jeans that were obviously made for kids. Crawling into my bed, pulling my blue blanket over me, a time when it still looked brand new ( Read more... )

Life is a series of realities constructed into illusions by the human mind. How does one rid of these illusions? By contradiction. Constantly questioning everything so not ever setting your mind to one view.

look around you and see how awkward your surroundings are. how that wall almost looks like you can put your hands through it. Watch how people who pass say the same thing to you as if stuck in a some constant de ja vu. Becoming lost in your own perverted thoughs of sexual desire and heroism is your only joy of existing. You think of past events of ( Read more... )

stop masturbating my mind
with words of medicority and
lines from 99 cent movies

stop jumping into those
moods of liquid nonsense
that rip out your pores

stop being so so secure
and become nervous so that
the fun of paranoia can begin

pass the ketchup

In the beginning there was nothing. Well not nothing, more like a darkness. In this darkness i could not see, hear, think, or move. Suddenly, there appeared this light and I was born. It gets complicated from here......