now see-

see for yourself.
the way the world will slink away
with steady inflictions of seeded doubt.

simply put: you are stuck.

Have fun y'all, cheeriO!

oh yeah, one more thing- i lied.

awwwwwwwwe shit. my hair smells like good-smelling shampoo and I have grand plans. its all up up up while the world is low low low. suck it up.

Do I like? I love.

This time around the pressure's on. I hope for happiness; I think of you.

Are these the good days that i've heard so much about?

vicodin is so great.

He was in the habit of taking things for granted ( Read more... )

Everyone is cannon fodder. Eventually.

There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death.
~Kenneth Patchen

holy mother of jesus. that was the best sex ever.