June 2011
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It’s the yelling and the ‘fuck you’s.
The fingers pointing and the comparisons.
This was something I could not swallow.
Downing it and forgetting.
Taking hits and not giving a shit.
i wonder if my dog knows i only give her the...
“Hey Lou, I ain’t into bestiality or nothin’ but you got a damn good lookin’ dog”
I curse like a sailor.
I drink ‘till I’m numb.
I smoke ‘till I feel as if I no longer exist.
But as this all wears off,
you’re the first thing that comes to mind.
Van Stanley: Deep In The Gut Of Texas →
vanstanley:
I took my father’s BMW & a sealed Corona drove an hour down south to Alvin, Texas where the shell of my old haunts hung dry in the dark at two o’ clock in the morning, blindly made my way thru the dead campus & as I think of the futility of drawing out the personal narrative — the cold shoulder …
I feel your glAnces and see your smile.
Is what we are doing right or wrong?
I said I didn’t want this or that,
but I have come to reaLize that I was lying.
This vicious circle is now and fOrever,
Is what we are doing right or wrong?
My psyche is fucked up.
I’m sweating profusely.
I caN barely breath.
Am I in Hell?
Am I in HEll?
Am I in Hell?
Am I in Hell?
Am I in Hell?
“The silence of your mountain wasn’t worth the climb”
– J. Swanson
Random realization:
I hate Hot Pockets; they are disgusting.
Therapeutic Running
art3misx:
Feel your feet pound against the pavement Until it drowns out the pounding in your head. Let the endorphins overwhelm the angst Until adrenaline alone runs your broken heart. Go as far as you can get Until you collapse and gasp for air.
That is where you will find Peace At least until Love Chaos catches up.
With a tightly rolled cigarette in hand, he looked at her and smirked;
“I like the way you do that.”
“Do what?” She bashfully replied with a fully flushed face.
“You’re being cute and I like it.”
Not a word was spoken after.
