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Journal: whoa -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual it's ancient. ...Created 2009-09-22 23:12:15

Journal: Empty. -------------------------------------------Mood: Empty. Rope, string, or thread? ...Created 2008-08-10 10:06:38

Journal: What? -------------------------------------------Mood: You don't want to know. What does it feel like to break in half? ...Created 2008-08-07 02:18:39

Journal: Dreams. -------------------------------------------Mood: Confused. "Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night." Edgar Allan Poe! ...Created 2008-07-27 00:13:28

Journal: I Adore You -------------------------------------------Mood: COol. Summer is so much fun.<3 ...Created 2008-07-19 13:32:32

Journal: Drugs. -------------------------------------------Mood: Braindead. Boy: Give me one good reson not to, and I'll reconcider it. Girl: I'm stronger than the beat cocaine can create in your heart, I'm itchier than you can ever scratch from your heroine, i can make your eyes roll back until you can see the bottom of your stomach; more than ecstasy will even dare, I'll make you fall harder than any other "trip" LSD has been known for, And when I fly, You're riding on my shoulders, which is way to high for THC, Let's not even get started about the visions me and my friend, Shrooms collaborate ahead of time, to keep in mind. Boy: I like to feel my heart beat. Let's me know I'm alive. Itching helps the scratch that life leaves behind. That would be a neat ass view I need to get off my high horse sometimes, so a fall would be good. You couldn't even carry me on your shoulders, and if you could.. fuck yeah. I'm already schitzophrenic, plus I'm on meds, so I'm used to it, baby. Girl: then, i'm not a fucking drug, babe. i'm your fucking cure. ...Created 2008-07-13 07:40:52

Journal: homesick. -------------------------------------------Mood: sick. i left to orange county for a week. the whole time i was there, i really wanted to go home. because i just felt homesick. not because i didn't like it there, but because i was homesick. and then i finally came back home tonight. and everything felt so out of order and disoriented. the air was really smelly and stiff, and even after picking up the guitar, unpacking, listening to music, (getting comfortable) i realized how homesick i felt. how even after turning on all the fans and opening all the windows, and putting everything back where it belonged, it wasn't home. even after saying hi to all my friends and announcing i was back, i feel so sick. it really is an illness. like, homesick. it's a real thing. ...Created 2008-06-21 04:13:11

Journal: Summer. -------------------------------------------Mood: Fine. Summer is here and I don't know what to believe anymore. ...Created 2008-05-30 16:02:39

Journal: Seasons -------------------------------------------Mood: Poop. When seasons change, everything else changes with it. ...Created 2008-05-23 22:32:06

Journal: what? -------------------------------------------Mood: bizarrre. i have a career, why am i here? his name sounds like jumanji like headphones, with no sound. or just a stereo on fullblast, but ya know, it's just a commercial on the radio, about how your carpet will not explode if you use this scientific experiment on it. spill it and rub it in until it's gone. but it's not gone. if you drop your flames and and flames, it will scream, and really really loud will it scream. you just can't hear it. because there's no grass or dirt. or mud? but but but, ya know, it's not a conjunction! it's punctuation! no it's inspiration! or imagination! maybe even... ...Created 2008-04-13 04:08:06