Ps. The past can be a very painful thing.

Sleep didn't happen. I'm actually thankful though, Erica and I just conversed on the most amazing level for the past few hours. Supernatural topics, dreams, her father's death, my mother's death, our lives in general. It was.... Pretty fucking incredible. And now before the sun rises, I will finally attempt sleep.

New York night life is something very intriguing to witness during the unbearable months of Winter. It's a cesspool of desperate woman looking for a shag and men seeking easy lays. Not that such a big city is any better during the warmer months of Spring and Summer, where you can walk the streets barely clothed and get eye-fucked at every crosswalk ( Read more... )

How would one go about absolutely demolishing their insatiable sex drive? God fucking damn.

What a strange thought.

What do I do after mixed drinks and joints? Go to the 24-hour supermarket and bake banana bread and brownies...

Then lay, stoned and sprawled out on the big ball in the living room. Watching adult cartoons. Yes life, yes.

I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you and just bewilder the hell out of people just like love should.

Oh Joseph Anthony, how strange it is to hear of you. I think that sometimes we have a lot we need to talk about that neither of us would really like to.

The city brought me much comfort today. In ways I can't describe. The sights, smells, sounds... New York, you are something.

I feel hopeless. I know I am not, but I feel it ( Read more... )

What a strange place I have entered inside my own head ( Read more... )