we go out in stormy weather

The only person I have ever hated.
COD craniocerebral trauma.
The only person I have ever loved.

1/16/1990-7/2/2008

Apparently I'm determined to kill myself.
But it isn't true, no.
Lilah was scared but I wasn't. Becca could fight anything.


He's back. And he's coming back. (no, not Jesus you dumb fucks.)
shit.
....
I won't be held responsible. They fell in love in the first place.

I found the wreckage just off ten mile.

That poor thing didn't have a chance.

....

you fucking psycho.

waitlist.
the college way to say "We should take a break" when they are too pussy to say "I'm breaking up with you."
sort of heartbreaking.

I'm moving to Seattle anyway.

party?
There were lesbians everywhere, but I stole the prettiest girl.

today?
Indian food with a redhead and a blonde.

caleb? don?
dress-up dolls, toy soldiers.


spring break is suddenly cold and it looks like an empty plastic cup or maybe a dead dog.

moonchild
pixie
gem
Calliope
Eve

yes, yes, yes

There is something amazingly nice about not sleeping at all.

Someone arrived at my house at midnight under the guise of a incense delivery.
"You just drove half an hour to give me these 5 sticks of incense?"
"Yes."

Together we will plant a garden of narcissus blooms. And there will be a pond in the very center, still as glass.

Loving you is pure narcissism.

I said, "This bed is a coffin."
You said, "I'm glad to be dead with you."

I have never seen a mirror image that could walk and talk and, furthermore, touch and touch and touch.
When I bite your lip I taste my own blood.
Your pride pumps in me like poison.
My heartbeat aligns with yours.

How could this ever end well?

*edit*
Yesterday I cut out words from Science Journal and glued them to a scrap piece of paper.

Killing Time With Strangers: the young distrust love and fear commitment

I can hear from under the red line
mothers
and
old homeless men
bloated with stars
But little things adapted to human beings
dismantle the current system

two secret heroes
late at night
waiting for the sun
the consequences are
like Coke, McDonald's, drugs
a passive sacrifice
after putting on latex

This is the inquiry of history
wing to wing
oar to oar
escape the servitude

you're behind the wheel
"Good," I nod. "Let's go."

Reeling from a fantastic party. Even kevin tyler couldn't ruin it.
All the pretty girls were there. and of course, the prettiest boy of all.

I kissed my own vanity beneath the moon.

I saw god laughing like a heat lamp.

I can no longer tell my own blood from wine.