Archive for April 2017

if i knew how to sleep i would.if i knew how to read i would.if i knew how to fuck i would be some kind of inspiration.a real cup cake,

everyone is drunk they knock on my door in the middle of the night i do not answer i pretend i live somewhere else somewhere far away next door to you

blue green red black pink mauve orange turquoise teal purple cobalt kelly gray and finally yellow

waiting for death or ice cream.waiting for that little reminder of such immaculate hope.how we believe.how we honestly move forward. if someone told me that.if someone told me that they made money off agony,they did.and are looking forward to it again.why i understand.waiting.for a happy ending. what a waste of life and time and dignity.a…

there is a beginning.volcano goddesses and even that guy who ended up in utah.eventually nevada. saint helen of the cliffs.please find it in your heart to push me over.let me fall and fly. across the pacific. we are doomed by the idiotic pace.do not blame the birds or the trees. there is an ending.followed by…

if you really want to do me a favor you would stop acting and start bitching about why this took such a shallow meaningless turn

sitting on a bench under the lilacs can you promise me anything yes i can it just fucking will not be what you think it might be better somedays it might be rain disguised as snow it might be you and i doubt that it might be a cat looking for a treat sucks sort…

you know who you are

respect your life repeat the mantra does not arrive in the mail notice anyway hear the birds she sings life comes with a miracle do not trust applause tends to be misleading almost always thought he was god thought he had some knowledge so I believe respect others I always hope