I awake, startled into some simulated animation by the chaos I call a dream. Call a dream? I'm not entirely certain these moments aren't my dream and the chaos is how I percieve the world or the eyes through which it sees me.

I awake tentatively, uncertainly to be sure or not sure as it may be.

Awake?Life is funny when you no longer trust the ( Read more... )

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The happiest I've been this year was when I realized the one way I can still be of use.

Sometimes when the world is bad we have to pretend real hard. I just don't know if I'm pretending.

Otherwise known as Man, Inc ( Read more... )

I have this insane fear of dying without my things.

Because, well, archaeologists will find my things, in the house, with everyone else's body and they'll be all, "Who did all of this belong to? Nobody, I guess." And miles away they'll find this little body curled up in a bed that isn't hers, in a room that isn't hers, and they won't know, and ( Read more... )

I remember the day perfectly ( Read more... )

So what now then. More dreams, more obscure references, to colours, happenings, more bullshit, more insomnia. So what now ( Read more... )

On the happy loss of something or another. what a day huh?

On another note I present to you dots ....... fun huh? I have nothing good to say, maybe tomorrow I'll think of something.

The white sea only makes the pain worse. Maybe if, maybe if I lay down and pretend it'll just all go away, maybe.

Someone is hurting...

"Cambodian Troops Quarantine Quan'sul There has been a small outbreak of “zombism” in a small town near the border of Laos in North-Eastern Cambodia ( Read more... )