January 2010
24 posts
waking up inside cold breaths peeling out through the frosted glass put into cuffs: scan my head for anything banana fool windmills cross my mind puddle pool flagpoles cool hot moods ive got survivors guilt for my own head when the gates to hell are opened w what comes out? nevermind. i already know how i was born Ive been turned into a canvas of snow I never feel the same when I wake up as when...
Prosopagnosia Alexithymia im in love with you in the small spaces of the night in the milliseconds between steps on a long walk. i only blink because i’m overwelmed. ug. my spell check is always here sometimes i feel like the most uninteresting person in the world. if you cut me open dust would breathe out like the tombs opened and everything disintergrates. my faith in a good future is...
chewing five packs of gum. last ones i have stashed away under the computer. i could smell them through wood. i fell asleep on the keyboard last night. the keys are comforting in a way. they hold my head in a way only you can top. im a collage of all the people i know. i think thats what bring people together. scraps of people of people of people. “yeahyeahyeah” i have a love/hate...
you’ve had a profound effect like an ocean you’ve not swallowed me up but let me lie on your waves i dont remember how to be myself without a bit of you i really wouldnt want those memories anyway put them on a plane or fast forward i only am interested in the good parts sad movies are difficult for me because i’m always trying to scream advice advice that i’ll never take...
i fell in love with the roses thorns i can never decide between a loose cannon or a screw loose. looked out on the world once filled with wonder now hopes that if theres a light at the end of the tunnel thats its not neon. turn over a new leaf. fuck it. turn over the whole tree. outsourced goodwill. the varnish on the table will last longer than i will
abracadabra
“Go home. Forget this thing. I can recognize an obsession, no good will come of it.” “Why, haven’t good come of your obsessions? “ “Well at first. But I followed them too long. I’m their slave… and one day they’ll choose to destroy me.” “If you understand an obsession then you know you won’t change my mind.”
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so i belong to this club...
jaclynxxmarie:
it’s called writing club. very original, i know. guess what we do there? i’ve been looking for yearsssss for someone to read my lyrics and CRITIQUE them. sure, you can tell me what’s good if you really want to. but, how am i supposed to improve if all you say are nice things? are you afraid i can’t take criticism? i’ve been criticized for a lot that i didn’t ask for. i’m asking...
