One Christmas at midnight on the button, at the old place, the ward door blows open with a crash, in comes a fat man with a beard, eyes ringed red by the cold and his nose just the color of a cherry. I see he's all tangled in the tinsel Public Relation has been stringing all over the place, and he's stumbling around in it in the dark. He's shading ( Read more... )

GODAMNIT ( Read more... )

- "Um, she's, uh, a little upset. Um, I, I guess, well, because, um,well, never mind."

- "No, what?

- "Um, I, I guess she figures, you know, um, uh, why didn't you...you call, or something."

- "Yeah, that makes sense. [pause] She just, she, like, wanted me to
meet her parents. I just...I, I, I, I wasn't in the mood, you
know? It's like, she, she ( Read more... )

"But that's the part that's so unfair.
I have nothing else on my mind.
How come I have to be the one sitting around
analyzing him in like microscopic detail,
and he gets to be the one with other things on his mind."

Despite the small instances when i think my life might actually improve... change... get better... it never does ( Read more... )

-"Do you ever wonder how somebody could even like you ( Read more... )

"You know why you dismiss the girls you're attracted to? The same reason you would never consider dating a fat girl. You're a worthless piece of shit."

... or something like that.

...a small clipping from a free paper here in Boston.

My life story, basically.

We're going to Maine in a few days...

and i don't know what to do.

Salvia divinorum has given me unforgettable experiences of deep meaning and healing, enabling me to better understand my relationship to the web of life, the ground of being. Salvia has, literally, brought me back to life, to utter freedom, to clarity of mind, to profound peace. These persisting benefits are not Salvia-dependent. I will always ( Read more... )

UUUGGGH.

my motherfucking computer is being RETARD SLOW.

jesus.

i'm in a shitty mood. This is the week of my vacation. after this week is over, that's it... 2 more weeks and we're gone.

I've got so much shit to get done.

I need to re-paint my van. It looks like fucking shit. I tried to do some the other day but i fucking hate it.

I don't know what to do ( Read more... )

On a rocket to
The Fourth Dimension
Total self awareness
The intention

My mind is as clear as country air
I feel my flesh, all colors mesh

All the clouds are cumuloft
Walking in space
Oh my God your skin is soft
I love your face

How dare they try to end this beauty?

To keep us under foot
They bury us in soot
Pretending it's a chore
To ship us off to war

In this ( Read more... )