before i lived in the jungles, i was dwelling in the deserts.
(been in the mouth of many leopards)

one day i woke up from a drifting dream illusion that met the mind with willing curiosity but crept in deeper through the heart. Disguised as my heartbeat, its hypnotic drone steeped me deep in sleep where it could keep me forever, a captive to its whims and fantasies ( Read more... )

fistful of connectors poised above my head, i asked the I to bring them down but the me was still teetered too unsurely towards a grasp to tightly, to tightly wound misconceptions of moment's stance. the mouth dripped crystalized thought shards, i left them as so because a powdered state would lose their persons from my face. a cyclical buildup and ( Read more... )

i just ate play-do with crayon and blue warheads sour spray.

it was terrible.

you add me, I add you, 1-2-3 reveal!


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"...I saw someone at the Acme and I thought I knew them, but I was not sure.
I swear, it look like my friend, and I was going to follow him with my cart to
say hello--- No, I really thought to follow for a second, and then, I realize...
I have no life."

- Mr. Zamsul, DAD

I rediscovered my account when my friend Whitney linked me to her journal today. I think I'll use it as an outlet, even if only for the next few days before I leave. To England. For a month. I'm not sure what will come of all of it, but we'll see. Call me back later.

i found this site and i felt like typing. maybe i will actually put this thing to use, but we'll see.