ah, the city. oh, what comfort the tall buildings give me as i walk on the ground hundreds of feet under them. like some kind of greek god hovering above me, protecting me from airplanes, meteors, biochemical warfare, or anything else in between (i.e. love). as dangerous as walking under buildings can seem, for some reason it makes me feel so safe ( Read more... )

"You Give Me Small Pox ( Read more... )

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let that rabbit peak and kill me in a tub ( Read more... )

hey, so i don't really have anything planned to say but shouldn't everything just be...UNPLANNED? well, except for babies. i was talking and i realized that to over analyze is to take all the joy out of life. things are just way more fun when it's unknown to how they happen. the more questionable it is i guess, makes it more enjoyable. like ( Read more... )

WHAT THE FUCK!? LIFE'S A BITCH. yeah it is, and it ain't mine. it's fucking funny how things work out, ISN'T IT? not fair for some people but completely blissfully beautiful for others. and those Others they act as if their lives are fucking shit while the ones who are being anally penetrated by life's big fat cock act like it's normal for daddy to ( Read more... )

update this fucking journal! well, my mind, body and soul has been updated. mind as in i've warped. body as in i got new clothes. and soul as....it's not really mine but someother person inside me's soul. very abstract concept, i know, but don't worry, you guys'll know what i mean iin the near decadent future ( Read more... )

so apparently, i'm cool. summer's not going as expected. in the bad way, but its going as expected in the good way on account of it not going as expected. i'm just a failure to myself, fat ass. where's the dog? the dog is outside. yes guys, that was a metaphor for something you have to figure out. just like symbolism and Baudeliere and Rimbaud, ( Read more... )

oh geez, isn't it nice when things happen as planned? sometimes, no. i'm jealous. i shouldn't be jealous, but i'm jealous. t-shirts made of human flesh are mine. and they make me jealous when touched by foreign hands. what is that about? i really need to stop thinking so much or else i will go into a deep, typical depression, like most of the ( Read more... )

so it's been fun, the summer so far...you know, with the occaisional asshole. even if sometimes those assholes are the people that make things most fun...but hey, i like to shave my legs while on the grass. new friends are fun and now i can dance to missy elliot's MUSIC MAKE YOU LOSE CONTROL! i love having classic times with people. times that fit ( Read more... )