BECOME DAVID BOWIE
MAKING IT TO THE CRAYON BOX (OCAD)
MAKING IT OUT OF THE LUSHIOUS AND HEAVENLY BED OF MINE EACH AND EVERY MORNING
MAKING IT THROUGH THIS LIFE ALIVE
MAKING IT TO CLASS ON TIME
MAKING THINGS MATTER
CONTRIBUTING TO THE EXTINCTION OF THE PIGEON RACE
GIVING THE FINGER MORE AND MORE OFTEN

I never felt so much more like
hiding in the trenches tonight

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Here we are. Here I am. Avoiding again. As every night goes. I tried to draw the Taj Mahal after smoking from a bong larger than my torso. It didn’t really work out the way my feeble mind’s eye had planned. Maybe If I didn’t have all this work to do I’d be able to do the things I wanted to do. Like finish my painting, figuring out the meaning of it ( Read more... )

By the time I reach 100 I am most likely still going to be crunched over the screen wide-eyed writing essays.
And I still will sit here until the last undying moment of time, I will sit and wait
until the last tear and sweat bead of coffee drips from my tiny sorry pores.  I will wait until the very
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i have to keep putting on deodorant
i am sweating
and the music is really loud
dees drugs are good
fuck this essay and furthermore fuck this bourgeoisie of a city

Fuck this GAY life
Why can't I just get what I want

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I just found this while packing.
I am in serious confusion.

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I lie down like a tired dog, licking his wounds in the
shade.When I feel alive, I try to imagine
a careless life, a scenic world where the sunsets are all
breathtaking.