Really.

when you think to yourself
"this time it is different"
that's your cue to know it is not.

In Revision.

Rest in peace Quita.

Hope it is nice where ever you are

We all love you

I am gonna hug Colty today for you.

This week sucks dick.

"Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are."

Dear Whothefuckcares

I lied to you
This is the first and last time I will write about you.
Thanks for wasting my time.
Thanks for being there for me.
I tried to be Japanese.
You can be sad person.
Not getting better any time soon.
At least you were good in the sack.

p.s. this actually really hurt.

I'm a fraid knot.

Well balanced
in doses
unraveled by you.
fraying at both ends.
the knot that failed,
not that it has failed.
load bearing,
set to snap.
positive and negative never touch.
there are no sense in senses.
trusting in logic fails.
a foundation of feeling nothing
leads to a house of false hope.
yet a dull knife still cuts.
it does not hurt any less now
than it did then.
a cool breeze
with you in its elbow.
primary colors danced in the window.
he let out a sigh
and asked
2343?
I knew the reply.
and the other,
will knot hold?

The Science of Failing

with the routine
of the sun and moon
the coming and going of tides
we sit at 67,000 miles per hour
going no where fast
yet we go where we are pulled
like the sun and moon
over a long enough time frame
we will fall out of orbit
stars will die
light fades
thus only to come again
but it will only be so dark
oh please don't take my sunshine away

Continuing trends... Too good...

Neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo.
Told me it was chemistry why I behave like this.
Why I move in misdirected impulse and speak in scrambled clusters of white
Noise.
Traction is not a term of endearment.
Death is an experiment best conducted face down.
Vertigo may not include spinning, but it ought to.
I am languid in the puddle, face full of concrete cellophane.
Don't say a single word unless you speak with a drowning tongue.
I am not listening. I am not focusing.
My eyes have sunk and set and I am invincible.
I'm water proof. someone said that heaven is just coincidental collision of
Electrons.
This is not the time for touching me.
I am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming televisions,
Conducting city spasms, shorting voltage like a fuse.
The elevating vibrations of hysteria, amplified by the armor of the tarn.
Flashing lights paint veins across the sky.
And everyone along the roadside just wants to see a saint.
The serenity of sirens, the allure of the femme fatale.
Her defibrillator hands can't stop me now.
I feel quite all right.