when the closed doors walk into my face. you'll see who's boss. yea you. the element of failure and the properties of falling upwards. towards galaxies further than finger prints. further analysis on the subject:

forever.

i think.

fuck peter schilling.

fuck you christian. i am going to shit on you when i get home from work. i'll even make the exception of shitting in my bed because thats where you will be sleeping.

the loss of innocence ( Read more... )

well from reading a few posts prior to this i feel fantastic.not that any of you read this crap anyway. i am financially secure. i have a house. i have a couple rats.i have been involved with my boss(which is totally her fault) and beyond that i think i am kinda happy. just a little though. my lungs are collapsing but i struggle to quit smoking ( Read more... )

i meant to call and say something.

i am kinda drunk at 9:33 in the morning. how do you like that god.

i realize that i am out of control. i try to put it in to place but i am not sure how at times. too much coffee too much drinky poo too much smashy drunk. i got too drunk to go to work last night and i feel terrible and on top of that i spent 60 dollars! 60 dollars! my first 60 dollars in a whooollle long time. lame. too much smashy drunk. good ( Read more... )

fevers to tell issues to sell my face on a plate for platters filled by puss. its all infected. you are all parasites. we sure do dance though.

i am sooo full right now i can't even begin to think about what will come of me next. boredom. boredom and a full tummy. i need to find a job. i need one. i need it. the ventures are pretty sweet.not as sweet as church of misery and not as sweet as the sword and not as sweet as bad dudes and not as sweet as this dream i had about a fucking polar ( Read more... )