[If you want to sing out, sing out]small spaces are good for me. stop. if I don't think about it, the twin size area seems like the entire world to me. stop[Morning has Broken]. I wish I still slept in a crib. stop. I would wrap myself so tight in blankets that I couldn't move. stop[Where do the Children Play]. I'd roll around a bit until I fall ( Read more... )

After hastily moving ten spaces forward, I have come to find myself back at square one when I easily could have been at St. James Place by now. I've binged myself into an ecstatic, existential penniless man with a pretty coat. I can feel the holidaze. So far this break I have done nothing important which was completely against my will. I am glad, ( Read more... )

All this talk in my life about moving on is making me want to do it. I tend to linger after a breakup ( Read more... )

He says he's "disenchanted." He's actually jaded. The weird part is that he has hardly lived a day of his life. How can you be completely jaded until you've seen and done everything 700 times? And then what about passion. He would have to be passionless to become jaded by everything. Why in the hell am I dating this person? To be reminded of ( Read more... )

"""I don't think you know what I think you're thinking. "Sorry for all the weird things I do in my sleep ( Read more... )

I've cleaned and I've polished the luster out of life's meaning meaning nothing is as brilliant as it could have been if I'd refrained from digging and dodging and leaping over the obstacles that would have made the journey worthwhile my fears and defenses are no longer allowed to keep me from what I have yet to experience I have yet to experience ( Read more... )

I'm really sick of things happening. In my attempt to end things happening, I've made amends with all my ex's. Today was a show of shit, though. I was successful, but only once the shit had flown. My ex was over for breakfast and tried to pull a fast one on me but I stopped him and sent him home. I managed to do so on good terms too. I'm kind of ( Read more... )

Familiarities are picture frames and doorways to bedrooms I grew up in but haven't seen in four weeks or so many things I forgot I owned as part of the scenery - a moveable scenery that I don't want to touch - I want to go home - why did you clean so much cooking and baking and pillows with plastic covers - I like down but I'm sure I'm made of ( Read more... )

A little tiny part of me wants my boss' boss at Salvation Army to find out that I'm gay and fire me so that I can start a religious revolution ( Read more... )

The human race is not a species nor an evolution of any physical such. The human race is the evolution of society in living things. The human race is a mental disease - hysteria in hinesight. One paranoid monkey mind-fucked another monkey. The human race is physically inferior. What we can't do to save our own behinds will some day outsmart us by ( Read more... )