I want some Nitrous Oxide for my birthday.

September 12.

Or else. <3

Wouldn't it be so wonderful if everything were meaningless? But everything is so meaningful, and most everything turns to shit.

Rejoice. <3

I hate all the censorship that will inevitably occur as a result of all of this. I never asked for life-altering, it just sort of fell into my lap ( Read more... )

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The distances...
Cave in to kisses, cold and wet.

Familiar exchanges
like needle pulling thread.

The empty movements that once were so inspired...
Desperate attempts to fan the flame without the fire.

The mattress creaks beneath
the symphony of misery and cum.
Still, we lie jerking back and forth
and blurring into one.

Try to get some rest,
count backward from ten.
You've gone too long without sleep
I know you won't rest stressed, so give up, just give up.

And don't say no to pills,
Ativan won't kill.

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Are we too past tense?
When summer's over will we face autumn?
Safety is disabling.

I hate how my cure for anxiety is oversimplifying everything. It was never this bad before. This is an attempt to better myself in that regard ( Read more... )

Where would I be if not for ambiguity and uncertainty?

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