So..it really all comes down to: Me, a pseudo pen&paper and thoughts. More thoughts than I have words for. Thoughts stemming from feelings which are utterly inarticulable. Feelings I can't even put words to. I have ignored my future. Abhorred the past. And relish only the parts of the present from which I can make sense. Which is not much, ( Read more... )

I guess what it really comes down to is the feeling of loneliness. It is sad when you feel it, but you know that it is temporary. You know that the memories can be heavily redacted and you can look back and remember with imperfect acuity: that this was not all for naught and was not all that bad. That there were worries and woes, levied and paid ( Read more... )

Someone has swiped my spot in the parking garage and I have been instructed to refrain from parking elsewhere. Consequently, I've been parking in 30 minute parking for 6-8 hours straight everyday for the last three weeks. I have this theory that those annoyingly persistent Nazi's in their little wannabe smart cars don't generate hecka bills by ( Read more... )

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I thought I did. I'm so confused by my daily ritual. I arrive back to reality each morning unsure if today is the day I may jump ship and refuse to become more resolutely entrenched in my life. I get to do all these great things all day long don't I? I have a place to live, salaried position, with benefits ( Read more... )

Energy & ambition rise & fall like tides; the return of the moon brooks disorder & reckless abandon. energy & ambition wax high as who knows what's level sea. Far shoreless tides turn wild my mind, from shapeless, nameless aphrodisiacs ingested over polyamorous playtime, careless conditionals met by men unworthy of sweeps of logistical knowledge ( Read more... )

It seems like the more I try to write in here, the more I fail at conveying anything meaningful or useful. So instead I've decided to take a hiatus from chronicling my life & times. Sometimes, I think about all the things I wanted to have written down, I think about all the things I did write down that, which were lost or stolen, & I try to tell ( Read more... )

I am listlessly, a layabout. unconditionally uninspired & awash in a sea of maddening self-loathing. I continuously invent for myself new ailments-- psychosomatically induced by periods of intense & unavoidable cognitive dissonance. A massive upheaval of emotion & energy, disarmingly frightful, blindingly insightful: radiating outward from a ( Read more... )

i got beat up again today. i need to get beat up. i obviously deserve it. none of my friends get beat up. fml.

I garden by moonlight & only do it compulsively ( Read more... )

Mah name is Maaaaaaaark, I drove to Tacoma last night and Veeted my balls to rid myself of the pubic lice that have been plaguing my nethers for eons. I love Cheyanne sooooo much!

Fart on my face!

PS. I'm so silly and gay in the bummerz