I open little windows and close them. I sit here remembering the past, quickly fading but pulse still present. Beep
A man I remember, a partner, a model, a warrior, a father or a brother open. Beep
I'm not good enough. I'm alone here. I'm nothing. Beep
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I woke up today and posted on Facebook "God damn it I was kissing Jessica wacker don't wake up to this relative nightmare world ( Read more... )

Were I so eloquent as to persuade every person on this rock, were I to "change the world" as they say; were I to move mountains and shower love from the sky through incredible waves of light (radio waves); were I to make any, every, or only humans on this earth happy, what does it matter? Still I am barely less a speck in the fabric of the ( Read more... )

Touch, touch, touch. Fingers press on plastic. Small symbols in light you see as simply as the Sun. Small pieces of me copied and sent with some hope that someone still remembers me even - especially - when I do not. Tomorrow is another day, an echo of yesterday, of a thousand days I hardly remember. Resolute as a statue I sit in solid, ( Read more... )

I'm currently destroying myself. It's no secret to me and that's really the key, I've heard, but nonetheless I'm here past my bed time drinking my favorite poisons in an attempt to feel something. It's ironic in a way that I only feel some part of myself when I'm swilling something that will kill me in the end. It's tough being an over-talented ( Read more... )

All the last pictures of me were with Simoan and her friends. It feels like time is standing still. Why does time stand? Does it ever sit down? Does it ever take a break? It wears us down until our backs are old and sore; it washes against our bones until they're brittle and broken. Time rushed past all those moments when I wanted to stay; now I'm ( Read more... )

All the last pictures of me were with Simoan and her friends. It feels like time is standing still. Why does time stand? Does it ever sit down? Does it ever take a break? It wears us down until our backs are old and sore; it washes against our bones until they're brittle and broken. Time rushed past all those moments when I wanted to stay ( Read more... )

My heart aches a lot for Simoan tonight. Like sobbing over a sand castle I knocked over with my own hands as the tides wash away my memories. The grains of sand remain, burned into my flesh. They melt into glass and my Moany stares back in the reflection. The tides whisper her name - moany, moany - as her face fades; into my own - phony.

The world framed in gray against the red paneling of this building ( Read more... )

Some thoughts for a non-sensationalized discussion on "gun control" (aka, incremental citizen disarmament). I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and I honestly don't get the gun disarmament side of this argument, especially when you look at the data rather than dramatic gun related events. First I'll talk about the (or at least a) legal ( Read more... )