oskuld

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 00:16:11 GMT

Dead feelings feeling dead

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 03:43:05 GMT

My room and my shitty film and my dreams about driving

You so beautiful to Gamma, Gamma love everybody.

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 22:44:50 GMT

I'm going to see her tomorrow, one and one half of an hour away.
There is a total of two pictures of her in the possession
of my mothers side of the family
and I feel horrible asking to take her portrait when she's in such bad
condition. How could I ever think it was cute that he acted like Bukowski?

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 23:30:36 GMT

What if life is just some hard equation
on a chalkboard in a science class for ghosts
You can live again
but you'll have to die twice in the end
in the end we'll meet again

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 15:43:27 GMT

I woke up this morning on the living room
floor with a pentagram drawn on my cheek
in marker and I a stye on my eye, and as
soon as I woke I began narrating my
every thought and action as if it would make
me leaving more memorable and some how
also significant. It was common for me to do
this when I was a kid on my birthday except
waking up came naturally and with out headaches.

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 22:29:36 GMT

I wrote a letter to a wildflower
on a classic nitrogen afternoon.
Some power that hardly looked like power
said I'm only perfect in an empty room.

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 14:02:52 GMT

I bought my first kitchen table yesterday for my birthday
Coffee cups and ashtrays. I was also given an assortment
of pots and pans and I finished Beneath the Wheel.
I finished it during my break at work and all though work
I couldn't think of anything except Hans Giebenrath is dead.

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 01:54:26 GMT

two jobs, college, moving out, waiting waiting waiting

It was never about the drugs either but it is now

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 03:26:46 GMT

I'm very glad Billy (1) has allowed me to read her journal. Interpretations of death from a ten year old seems to shake me.
The dog is eating again, I still can not. I drank alone in the bathtub tonight again, I am frightened by tomorrow, it's almost as if my real life starts, the for real thing, signing up for classes, starting my job, getting a new license, getting pictures developed, getting kacky pants.
I too am tired now
Embracing thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep
My head is empty
My toes are warm
I am safe from harm

Wed, 24 Jun 2009 04:07:44 GMT

Lisaveta Ivanova listened to him with horror. So those passionate letters, those ardent demands, the whole impertinent and obstinate pursuit - all that was not love! Money - that was what his soul craved for! It was not she who could satisfy his desire and make him happy! The poor ward had been nothing but the unknowing assistant of a brigand, of the murderer of her aged benefactress!

would you like to choke me?

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 04:17:49 GMT

over the morning hour i went on i came through

or in the evening getting tired of getting tired

i came up.

linger on your pale blue eyes

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 04:50:59 GMT

i feel like a book

set by your bed

unread in a stack

you forgot that you even had

This morning has started early, and it's pouring. Very gloomy and dark out: I wonder what your doing. Even though I already know. I can't get enough of Paleo or of Coffee, and everything feels very natural, naturally sad. I'm selling my record player, do you want your records back? I'm keeping your books. And your t-shirts I have stopped wearing. My room is clean of any pictures of anybody I've ever loved. I've got a house lined up so most of the things that remind me of you are in boxes I won't ever be ready to unpack. But I am happy with who I am.

I don't give a damn about you or this town no more

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 21:32:03 GMT

Bailey won't touch any water, and that makes me really sad, that that makes me really sad

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 22:38:55 GMT

O amor envolve uma combinação peculiar unfathomable de compreensão e incompreensão.

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 03:47:47 GMT

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Sat, 30 May 2009 04:09:56 GMT

Tirando próprio conjunto começou a ser um hobby que gosto,

Sat, 30 May 2009 01:43:07 GMT

I met a guy has a good motto on life, and he brought me down to earth after a day of running everywhere today. I can take down the inspiring "today is the perfect day to get a job" notecard on my door, and quit worry about cleaning everything up. My grandma told me an extended version of the find a penny heads up make a wish saying, then counted to three and asked me 'Do you got it?', put it in my pocket and rubbed my back. I wished someone would just come clean out my closet, leaving only one dress, a pair of pants and a t-shirt, when she asked if I wished for good weather tomorrow, I told her no, my dreams were much bigger. People giggled, and I didn't think it was very funny until now. I keep getting bombarded with the " art is not a priority"speech . My mom took that speech further, and began to act very serious, telling me it was an addiction, and I don't have that inner motivation to do things that are nessesary to be done. I have to admit that If I don't paint for over two days I begin to loose it and thats when I get my "priorties" straight and my head messy.

Mon, 25 May 2009 18:00:05 GMT

I don't want to go and cut my hair

Wed, 20 May 2009 23:54:57 GMT

"Fathers and teachers, I ponder ' What is hell?' I maintain that
it is the suffering of being unable to love." He started to write
Dostoevski's name under the inscription, but saw--with fright
that ran through his whole body--that what he had written
was almost entirely illegible.

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Wed, 20 May 2009 04:34:41 GMT

I can't stand to keep that wasp in this cup for much longer
Ginnie Mannox I walk in your shoes.

Wed, 20 May 2009 04:18:31 GMT

I S M O S O I F C K T T H R E A I L ERS D C O L O O R S ING

I've been walking every where man

Mon, 18 May 2009 19:22:47 GMT

oh, for many--how you say ?...
words are getting in the way
years--that's it ! i still decide
i want to carry on

oh, for now, all i see--
i walk & carry part of me
as part of me crawls on beside--
i want to carry on

haha seriously.(?)

Mon, 18 May 2009 14:15:19 GMT

I wish I could buy an appetite

Fri, 15 May 2009 19:00:52 GMT

Patten Grumbles. But not to worry, they drank fourty bottles of champane

I feel uncomfortable that once I have a relatively normal dreams, ones that do not push emotions that are not tolerable for sleeping, it has to consist vampires and werewolves. I don't want to have to resort to being seven years old in order to sleep.

Also everyone in the family has dreamt of winning the Home make over extreme edition, so we're going to apply, but I feel funny about it. Do we have to resort to a t.v. show in order to get a house? Or we wait until Novemeber. Which means I have to find somewhere else other than the trailer to live. So far my ideas for summer are lacking warmness, life, and excitment. I know that once I turn, I'm out.

Every time I watch the Dead Man's Bones- Name in Stone video I feel like crying. I'm really okay with getting coffee alone, I just can't write on the napkins anymore.

Tue, 12 May 2009 18:45:41 GMT

blahblahblahblahhhhhh I not very motivated.