December 2010
I met a girl named Metaphor, She spoke in tongues and had contagious flaws I couldn’t keep my paws off of.
Christmas.
Awesome food, presents, family. Then I decided to look at old pictures and got super depressed. F U C K I didn’t get that time machine I wanted.
I walked in, unsuspecting, full of something that made my whole body vibrate. She was a beautiful serpent wrapped in colors. I blanked and all of a sudden I was in my car, feeling life. Feeling I don’t know what the fuck. So I sat there for a minute. Trying to put pieces together. But puzzles never made sense when they were over ten thousand pieces, All the same color. I took a deep breath....
The movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind makes me so mad. I loathe it.
Over Analyse Everything
All I do is talk to this wall It speaks back in excuse me’s and thank yous and screams. I need friends who speak my language, who throws the benefit of the doubt out like a handshake. Friends who can understand jibber-jabber and no remorse. People who wouldn’t carry tragedy in their hearts for too long.
Stupid fucking snow hitting the whites of my eyes. Please stop, So I won’t post this private. You exhale pure cold, and i’m jealous, For I wish I could smell like the cold. Plus, you say I don’t make sense, But I say you’re an upside down Pollock painting. Just waiting for someone to discover your mental illness. So you can expose it for greatness, And tell...
“Why are you judging people so damn hard You’re taking your point of views a bit too far I made my shoes shine with my coal But my polish didn’t shine the hole”
“Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.”
– Charles Bukowski
The fashionable outnumber the martyrs.
No more kissing clocks or throwing coins into wishing wells to try and fix the way I fucked myself.
“These are our songs of failure—how we fail each other and how we fail ourselves....”
– Jacob Bannon on You Fail Me
Nothing could paraphrase Romeo & Juliet more than...
Every dream I have spins gold around my head. Too bad I can’t understand them. I find myself asking questions. Why were there only caterpillars in the creases of the body? How could I talk to them for so long without saying a word? How strange. My bones turn to sponge, and I am helpless to do anything Other than follow this story till its end. But it never ends. The quality of my oxygen has...