Sitting.
Reading.
Hoping.
Dreaming.
Realizing.
Failing.
Accepting.
Retreating.

When you sit there. Or stand there. Or walk there. It's like meta-physics.
You leave yourself and look into another world that is untouchable. You don't
know if others have felt the same thing. Kind of like how you don't know if
everyone is seeing the same colors you are seeing. It's awesome. It's like
taking candy from a baby... which, for me, is pretty damn cool. Fall back on
the floor, and breathe it out. It tastes like shit, but it feels like great shit.
Great shit. Shit you want. Shit you start to need. Shit you love. Shit becomes your
best friend. Fuck you Jesus, this is the shit now.

Finally Getting Rid of the Fly that wont shoo

Dear Bishop,

With this letter to you I officially notify you of my resignation from membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, effective immediately. With my resignation I voluntarily sever all my relationships to the church.

Oh heeeeeeeeey

It's one of those times during the school year. The time when you just want to sit up in your room all day and do absolutely nothing. Unfortunately, this is also the most important time to attend class. FUCK you finals. That is all I have to say. It is depressing that i've failed math for the second time, but I believe that third time is the charm. Or I hope... for if I do not pass it, you can just kiss my scholarship goodbye and i'll have to work full time at McDonalds. Feed that nasty-ass corporation of pig fat. As for now... i'm going to go back to playing Kingdom Hearts II... where my heart will always stay. Locked in a virtual world where nothing (not even a heartless) can get it.

Memento Mori

Remember those times when...

A kiss would heal every wound.

People didn't need drugs to have an imagination.

Religion and Race didn't matter.

Insurance was a word you didn't understand, and didn't NEED to understand.

Money didn't exist, things magically appeared.

Summers lasted forever.

Naps weren't needed.

Saturday morning cartoons were the highlight of the week.

You didn't have to work to get anything.

Disney was God, and you didn't know the political side of the company.

Christmas presents were stacked to the ceiling.

This Man Makes Me Happy

My one true love. :)

The days of my early youth were like candy,
the kind that melts in your mouth where the taste lasts forever.
The air was a sweet incense,
the leaves laughed in the wind.
The Water tasted like wine,
the grass turned into a jungle.

Nowadays I puff on twigs,
and watch the grass turn brown.
The sun is a fading light bulb,
I pour dust over dead trees.
Suckers dissolve into ash in my mouth,
Music is honking horns.
I breathe in cotton,
and consume tar.
Time moves fast,
too fast, and too slow.
My teeth are now barbed wire,
and my mouth is stapled shut.