saltines
4/2/2008 at 7:22 PM
i know nothing of poetry and words
and i can smell sulfur.
eric clapton
11/1/2007 at 9:08 PM
whenever i look at someone on the street, bus, across the table, i try to imagine what their face looks like when they cry.
if their eyes get red, or if their nose runs, or even how fast their tears fall.
excuse me, i have to go pick up loose change. i am poor with a hundred hundred titles to sell.
title
10/21/2007 at 1:55 PM
ever come up with a title that is so profound and possibly beautiful.. but then dont have the strength to write something to follow it?
i wish i could get mad rich off creating titles.
i have so many, with no middles
or ends.
no doubt
10/19/2007 at 3:20 PM
I want to be high off my ass.
and listen to the CD i made.
i miss you.
i knew i made a horrible call.
screaming
4/26/2007 at 11:11 PM
i love nightlife.
how did i get here?
i need too much for my own good.
jayna, i'm sorry
2/20/2007 at 12:05 AM
i feel like this is lonely.
jack johnson's voice does not match his face.
britney spears is fat.
the only man in the gym right now, where i am currently working, is sweating so profusely.
i have to pee.
i have not eaten today.
i lied.
i had about nine hundred starbursts.
i used to be obsessed with being original.
now i just hope to continue to exist.
Boston is the crapland of classick rock.
i bet you this post is going to fuck up my whole layout.
that was violent
2/1/2007 at 11:06 PM
sometime i promise.
i'll get around to posting things that actually matter.
