it seems most things i come across are faulty gears. like smiles and tears.

this is shooting-in-the-face-suicide weather. funny how the sun sleeps and sleeps and asphalt waits and waits, and in the end we're all charred. a-ha-ha-ha, i say.

the nightmares are making me crazy. whatttttt of it.

everything is nuts right now.

fuck if today isn't miserable. what's my deal. find sunshine. find moonshine. find something, lewis.

i don't know i don't know. i don't. give me an elixir-fixer. all of this not-drinking has made me eat eat eat like a motherfucker. everything in sight. no control. cigarettes, pills, drugs, alcohol, food, not food, exercising, caffeine, sex, scars, mirrors. why am i addicted to everything i taste? give me one drop, one look, one wrong turn and i'm ( Read more... )

things and things and things and people and people and people and things. and the sadness also.

back from boston. music and stories. i'm losing my mind.

so. here's to a new year. may this one please be better than the last, for fuck's sake.

this lady is not up for holiday season(s). i'd like to imagine a suitcase marked: Lewis, Kathryn D. with the destination "TX" as if it's a cause for celebration. i wouldn't mind visiting this city to hang lights or possibly exchange gifts or really anything, except i live here already and there is no family to sit under trees with or pretend things ( Read more... )