January 2010
12 posts
Shooting Shit
Iv never felt more welcome and accepted by a group of misguided youth with big dreams and open minds. or by anyone in that matter. They are beautiful people, and the parliment cigarettes were beautifuly posioness. She, beautiful, the mind, beautiful, the soul, she her eyes, large like the Blue moon casting a halo above our night. without a cause, with stories, i loved it so much
oatmeal
things that i don’t want to happen are happening, slowly and decisivally , im becoming attached, and its bullshit, i should use better language, horse cock. her lips were like the purest velvet i had ever grace my lips. the lips of 4 years. the desire of number 2. in two catagories, (those two being the only ones that presented themselves at the time)
oatmeal, its hearty
unbearably average
Iv realized, at least i think i have, that im generally avarage in almost everything i do. I can do a lot of things, but this disgusting level of mediocore that i demonstrate in all those things surprised me today. now im not sure at what im surprised at, its always been like this. I suppose i wanted to be great, iv strived to be great, many different ways, and im proud of a lot of things iv done,...
How deep are we trying to be
I wonder what level everyone is on. Life and i agree right now. it mnight change, ill wait for it. I wonder if all the things we need to say really need to be said.
Listen
Memento Mori
so fuck rules
“The things we”
– Don’t understand
take as much time to create
listen
So ramble, they do it in the big leagues, so here it goes, coach, my big, shot, my big, chance, to show your mother, that im a player, not a bencher. so ill grab my glove, ill run out to my spot, i hate baseball. the year passed, smearing into the year of the next, a decade gone and passed, iv lived to see a decade. strange yet not really. not strange at all, just a relatively new idea to my...