October 2009
1 post
Therapy
I wish I had it everyday…
May 2009
7 posts
Wondering
I wonder if gay men are turned on when they are checked for prostate cancer.
I wonder if there will ever be a time in modern day life where I will not hear the phrase, “It’s like this song was written for me.”
I wonder if my mom knows I hate my father.
I wonder if everyone is as dorky as me on the inside.
I wonder if chickens have orgies.
I wonder if you put a hamster in...
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you...”
– Pablo Neruda (100 Love Sonnets/Cien Sonetos De Amor)
The Future
Yea, I need some fucking medications.
The Present
It’s hard. It’s gritty. It’s full of crap that we deal with even though we hate it. God I hate it that I’m too scared and, yes, even too nice sometimes to bother screaming about it.
The Past
It’s odd. No matter how much we run away, it keeps coming up.
I think some of us just need medication to keep it away. Hell, we all have our demons.
April 2009
4 posts
Last night
All I can say is, welcome to my psychosis and personal hell.
Silicon
The cold, sterile plastic silicon Twinkling lights, neural stimulation I try to take comfort in the entity The one breathing softly Possibly whispering to itself that This can merely be one of my moods I pray it is, but at the same time I think in silicon and data pieces It thinks in leaves and autumn Who are we kidding? Ourselves most likely, but hey As they all say, you only get the one chance...
Grr... Arg...
I have rediscovered my love of Buffy the Vamp Slayer. Shiny! Joss, you own my soul.
Synopsis of Frankenstein Volume Three Pages...
Chapter Three
Frankenstein’s monster: You destroyed my one hope! You son of a cunt!
Victor: Oh yea? What ya going to do about it sucka?
Frankenstein’s monster: Fucking kill you, you fucking idiot! Just you wait!
Victor: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh...
August 2008
1 post
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