shitty weekend has been made up for by obscene amount of arrested development and the antlers .
I wonder the exact moment when I became expendable. But then again, maybe I always was.
I just drank a warm beer. While having a warm bath. While listening to Elliott Smith. I haven’t decided if that is boss or incredibly pathetic.
trapped by the walls of my mind, plagued by thoughts that are probably so illusive but feel so real
Chad Vangaalen - Sara
Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends
if you are told you are shit enough, you start to believe it.
Another Poem. by Anonymous Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines he wrote a poem and he called it “chops” because that was the name of his dog and thats what it was all about his teacher gave him an A and a gold star and his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts. that was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo and he let them sing on the bus and his...
the exquisite pain of wanting someone so...