this summer has taken a lot out of me. can't say i've spend any time with anyone worth noting, and the only thing i've managed to accomplish is lining my pockets and wearing out my marked men albums. school starts tomorrow too. fuck. i still have to buy school supplies and books and pay off a $500 nailer and get some clothes since i've been running ( Read more... )

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it felt like a new completely new era today, all obamas aside. back in the 'wall, scrambling to put ends together, and eventually exasperated and laying with my back against the kitchen floor with my hands on my face. it gets me so woozy thinking about how many days i've wasted just so i can waste some more carefree with no stress or anticipation; ( Read more... )

i'm starting to see the days repeat themselves on my skin. blisters form, tear up and renew while the scars start piling up on top of each other else where. bloodied up cotton swabs that smell like i put way to much peroxide on them scattered around my garbage. and despite washing my hair every once in a while my roots still nat up from a stellar ( Read more... )

life is slowly becoming more and more confined. working and living in new rochelle is a grind, but i cheer up when i deposit my paychecks and check my balance; counting my sick days and my vacation days with it. it's hard, conforming, especially when you've been fighting against it your entire life. yet, from my experience, the only way to be free ( Read more... )

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nothin like a week long acid munchout to put your life into perspective

see ya rubes

sorry old man, for rear ending you. my brakes slid since it was really wet out and there was nothing i could do, since you were stopped waiting for a truck to pull in after it so abruptly cut you off and all. after the accident you kept driving, and i flagged you down as seeming common courtesy. when we got out of the cars you said "there's no ( Read more... )

a garbage bag full of guts, a graveyard of grolsch. 2 italian stilletos and twelve-thousand dollars. its so close i can put my hands near it but i can't touch it yet.

the moment i've finally been waiting for, and yet it seems the longer i stay in cornwall, the longer i can stay out of cornwall. i'm sure there are some degrees of adventure left in this town, but i don't have the heart to stick around. the forced school smiles have turned into peripheral glances and awkward moments. it's not a drag though, ( Read more... )