January 2011
10 posts
How do you tell someone you’re sorry his boyfriend dumped him for you?
This is nonsensical.
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When I get off work and walk outside, towards my car, and I just so happen to be walking due west, so I close my eyes and the sun’s light engulfs all of my senses, until I am warm and blind and weightless and all my cares are, though not forgotten, resolved with a new perspective and a fresh feeling—that’s when I feel alive.
Love is Like a Drug Addiction...
…Just look at the side effects!
The Life of Me
I don’t know what to do. Am I lonely? Or just bored? Do I need a night out with friends? Or a day to myself? Am I craving something physical, or emotional, or just something intellectual? Either way, something is missing, but I can’t figure it out for the life of me, which might just be the cost.
It's Official Time For My Bad Boy Phase
Although I intense on staying healthful throughout the process, I’ll need to push my limits further than they’ve ever been pushed before. I may kill some people, I may do some hardcore drugs, and I may forget my natural hair color… It’s gonna be an awesome ride.
Why Things Need To Change
Well I’d been pretty sick all week. I even fuckin’ lost my voice. And I was wanting for intellectual outlets. All I’ve has lately is a party outlet, which more than satisfies all but one of my basest desires, but does nothing for my higher consciousness after the initial fresh perspective.
Nothing To Love
I’m all alone with nothing to love, and it’s new and scary. I could never see myself without a hyperbole of a man to love, and now I see reality, and I miss dearly my fictional perfection, where everything is so amorous and beautiful.
Life has fallen.
I am falling with it.
And yet my standards are higher than ever.
Coincidental Love
He isn’t in love with the feeling itself; he just happens to be in the right situation with the right people when it occurs. This he learned tonight.
An he doesn’t even need the damn thing; it’d be a great night with or without. He thinks the image of enhancement has gone to our heads and caused us to surrender our judgement for just a little more placebo effect.
I guess, in...
Live for the End
It’s the title of a song I just wrote. It’s rather dark and depressed ;)
Also I shaved my head. And most of my beard. I’m going into a dark phase. It’s gonna be fun.
Self-destructive, even.
Quit Posing, Poser: No One's Got A Camera.
I fucking hate the world for being so empty of people worth my time.
I need a real man. Not this fake-ass shit you call “modern culture”.
It’s nice to meet a guy who is both funny and charming and a nice guy but who also has the balls to be interesting. I need a paradox, someone with a dark past and a bright future.
I don’t need much. I want intelligence, good...