Friday, February 19, 2010

as i walked into the bathroom, i saw you crouching in the shower

oh, what these days have inflicted upon me. i am just a little worn-thin. today i ate in excess because i convince myself that it helps me.

i want to post these photos i took on my phone. they are mostly drunken slurs of life that i happen upon. and a dog shitting in the morning. and also my madison, or my madizit.

hold on, i am rather deviated from myself. i have already envisioned my way out. oh how i feel like a master of my destiny. how much power. how much p o w e r. i think about these things, i write about these things- i'm naturally inclined towards what happens in my life. or so it goes. and it goes, quite like i would imagine. i am so fucking timid because of that. so closed up. but you have seared into my skin. you've almost branded me. (somewhere one night i felt like i wanted to be branded by you. but i dream mostly) maybe i will rise above


it isn't on my list
i have willed my will to will and let myself and let live.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Monday, February 8, 2010

*************no more drunken posts

we are contrast, let's be honest. you are somewhere i can not even imagine. i am over here, and i will always be separate from you. we are two different entities. somehow we've united in some alternative sense. i do not really understand, either. we are functioning together, alone. i can not begin to explain it to someone. it is as if it does not even exist. as if i was making this up as i went along. restart. reposition. repair. reclaim. reclaim. relocate. re-apply. it's something i can't begin to explain. but i like you just as much for your enthusiasm, your attitude, your general well being. i get you. i want you. that's all i have to say.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

the better sex

it's as if i've settled in a dream state. this dream state was clearly induced by you. i feel a bit overwhelmed by you, at times. you're in this constant state of disillusionment; you pass yourself to influence. you were hardened by mad dog 20/20. your eyes mean more though. your capacity is short fused. i want to help you expand, unfold.

maybe. maybe i just don't trust your intentions. i feel like your way out, and to me, you are a rough gem.