February 2009
3 posts
Now what
Day two and not much is new
the house is still empty
the life and light has left
despair is fought off now only by hustle
struggle pride
doing shit not just saying it
I broke it now’s the time to pay up.
my dog
She’s afraid
of me.
She can see all that’s trapped inside
And I can’t hide from her.
She knows just what’s eating me
But she can’t do anything
Just lick my face and try to say
it’s all ok.
But who are we kidding.
The sound that you hear is shit hitting the fan
Fuck this
Empty home alone
Echoing laughter
Bitter tears stream
Following after the love
That has long since graced this fallow shore
Fucking bore of a person I am
With my pen in hand
Etching out these feelings on skin
so thin that you might even bleed just watching
I am a wreck If you must ask
True love does it last?
I’ll tell you tomorrow
As soon as the pain and the sorrow...
September 2008
8 posts
AWKWARD!
(I enter. You are there and I am tired of having to run from your prescence)
Enough of this awkward shit! I see you at these parties, and I’m tired of having to pretend I don’t see you so hi how have you been?
Hi, good it has been kind of weird seeing you here.
I’m here all the time, I just live around the corner.
I only get to come out here when there are parties I live in...
Habitude →
house of dang →
AMI
I know there are some sissified pansy men out there that can’t grow decent god fearing all american mustache. I feel nothing but pity for them. I can’t imagine a day let alone a single hour with a naked upper lip. To be honest the thought kind of frightens me. Since the tender age of 15 I have had the privilege, nay the pleasure of thick luscious hair my upper lip, though I was not...
August 2008
4 posts
Up the Arsenal
How the hell did I get here? It’s 7:00 am on a Saturday morning and I’m already at the pub. Seems like I was just here last night. Seems like I spend quite a bit of my life here. And why am I here? The Arsenal, of course. Ah the Arsenal, the best football (not american) team in the entire world. London’s finest are playing this morning, and though I am two thousand miles...
