Stupid people piss me off. I am tired of having huge globs of bullshit like substance being spat out of peoples mouths, and it landing right next to my ear. Then like some sentient being try to absorb itself into my skin, as if I am some kind of fucking sponge. I stand there rendered speechless because I cant decided which string of curse words would be best to employ to cause the most damage when scaring them away from me.

But I can only dream

For I am too nice. And would not want my feeling hurt if I were a stupid person. So I absently nod my head like I actually give a damn. The one thing about stupid people is that they are blissfully unaware of their own stupidity, and for this I can not fault them. No matter how much they piss me off. God I hate being a nice person...

The trick is to fake it, till you pist them off.

I am pushing because how we get to be alone depends on how much work we put to in to being together.

So far away cant even come up with a proper title

I feel as though am sitting on a swing above everyones head. Just swinging swinging swinging away. And obviously no one knows I am here. But I can see their thoughts as I am spinning and whirling in my lone delight
but is still forgotten
all the same.

Noose

I wanted to pull your halo down,
But not watch it slip around your neck
Only wanted to bring you back to me
Except you hovered
just inches above the ground
instead, Such a mess.
I cant stand to see you drifting,
swaying every so slightly from side to side
I couldnt reach the knife high enough
to cut your halo to lower you down.
I couldnt reach you anymore.
I could only turn my face into your palms
and kissed your cold wrist
And cried myself to sleep under your
dangling feet

Tiresome

I am awake, when I rather not be.

Damn it, fuck, Okay okay okay okay okay its all good.

Damn it, fuck!

Damn it

Damn it

damn it

Click, flash, and snap...

Dont you just love taking pictures? Something about capturing the moment that you will never get back. But its fun right? To keep that memory alive...so much fun. I have taken so many picture in the last couple days, I feel caught in between the flashes.

Im still sick...but better, I guess.

Fuck, damn damn damn fuckity shit.
*sniff*
I gotta cold.

God Is An Astonaut - Echoes

I'm not that happy. There are moments but those are never permanent. The bird behind my ear likes to travel. Her wings tickles my skin with each flap and flutter. It mimics my heart beat with her every smile.

The warm weather didn't last. Good, I don't like the warmth and pleasantness of a sunny day in the middle of Autumn. It throws me off balance and makes my world tilt.

One of the few things I like about living here, in hoodyland is that I get the joy of experiencing all 4 seasons to the fullest. Seasonal affective disorder becomes my best fucking friend.

I am slowly, writing again.

Its cynical and self-adsorbed. Nostalgic by nature, often too focused on past experiences. But that is nothing new.

This type of writing can lead me to deeper insights or to downward spirals of melancholy and/or painful unresolved feelings. Now dont that sound just fucking great? But solution number one: Dont think about it. Suppression is not the cure but the wound, being covered with a sticky band aide.

Its only brief relief, but that moment is all one needs to become distracted. With kisses and presence. Yay, physical distractions.

Searching for meaning,
noticing what is missing, and what is there. Feelings of melancholy and nostalgia,
and longing for the unavailable.

I got so high the other day I forgot, who is me? what I think I am. and where I thought was. Laid strung out on the grass for everyone to see this different world.

I gave the children a brief look into reality. We are not all fucking perfect, I know this to be absolute truth and I basked in it. But everyone is so damn dull in this place. 2D, in what it is to feel. I feel it was my purpose to remind them that they were sheep.

You appreciate the special, the humane and the beautiful. beautiful. beautiful.
You like to put your personal signature on everything you touch. Its the nature of a creator. Change, change, change will capture us all.

This is a good morning.

D E A R
(common)
m u s i c .

S y my girlfriend cant stand it when I get inspired.
How Vast and Efflorescence meaning flowering blooming, have me in a kiss? And You Have Made Me anti-socially, Deaf.

Great!

Dante' Hot ass Oven

Accidents, alcohol, and suicide
The glass was broken in my hands

But I couldn’t stop drinking. Too far gone. Can’t taste the alcohol anymore. So I didn’t notice that my wrists are bleeding.

Dying was not part of the plan

But life is change, quietly. I will go out fucking screaming. 2nd floor, second bedroom. With regrets and only night sweats keeping me company in between the sheets.

As I march my way to dante land

I grab the bottle and like the way it feels on my lips. Reminds me of a loud tragedy. This bane ending. This fading heart beat. This slow blood drip on hardwood floors.

And over the sound I can hear the angels’ scream

My name