YEE!

blinking pigs by little dragon

how sweet this melody.

Restless nights in Sacramento got me all sorts of wild.

Runner's running

So. I've been thinking... Something has got to give.

I've been standing on public corners chasing white street lines like a bastard, render me selfish. This is not who I am, so why does the tyranny of this absent substance keep my head so under water?
I am a child, forgive me.
On the other hand, I have mouth stuffed with hot coal and each finger has been severed by every terrible lie I've told.
Why doesn't she just go away?
My home has been ravished to rubbish and my apathy has arrested me totally fruitless.
I wouldn't even be able to explain why I drew this.

Stuck on the same stare, I'm still haunted. Withdraw your shadow from me please. My memory isn't as lucid as it seems, my little dreams are sore. Fallen way beyond what I ever faithfully needed.

eyes that do see has a heart that does not feel

2/28/2011

I'm a private college in a suburb of Sacramento. All I can really focus on is the nausea I've been living with for the past two days. On the left side of my head there is a muted pounding sound I can't seem to cure... Besides that all I hear is the sound of pounding fingers on key boards in this computer lab. I wish to go home. But all I would do is nothing productive what so ever. Or at all. My mouth is dry. All I know is stale taste of the orange Gatorade I swallowed to cure this twelve hour hang over. But in reality, all I taste is regret and internal dissatisfaction.Not one has won. My body feels sore and my soul seems.... so exhausted. I've become lost and more so distracted. Here I am back at school, pumped with the idea that is the best that I can do. But how is it, I'm no longer sure what it is want to do... Where I've been, or why I'm with you.

As evidence, the residence of a tragic love affair that reigns over this abandoned providence of yesterdays sight.

I want to be superficial like you