i need a fucking adventure

Please know there are much better things in life than being lonley or liked or bitter or mean or self conscious. we are all full of shit. Go love someone just because, i know your heart may be badly bruised or even the victim of numerous knifings but it will always heal, even if you dont want it to, it keeps going. There are most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, i promise. it is up to you, to find them

i just don't know what to do with myself

i want to buy a watch soon, but i hate clunky metal ones, so i don’t even know what would be a good find besides maybe the only working one in a suburban thrift store that once belonged to a crackhead named Tom and breaks within the day you bought the item. A watch could be a man’s livelihood. i’ve been watching too much Mad Men

fuck the society

It was your hair or your lips, the ocean breeze, a handshake full of fireflies and sparkling wine, otherwiseknown as a text book introduction. Dark hardwood floors, city lights, good coke, your black dress, the way it fits. We kiss and we are blood diamonds, chain-smoking, good in bed. The last elegant youth. You can buy almost anything, except the fact that when, i want something i find a way to get it, no matter what and without hurting anyone. Warch me, i will. It's like falling in love with the girl you never got in high school. On a sunny day with snow-cones, you say all the right things, not even hungry

what'd you say

you taught me what this feels like. And then how it feels to lose it. You showed me who I wanted. And then who I didn't. You ticked every box. And then drew a line. You weren't mine to begin with. And then not to end with. You looked like everything I wanted. And then became something I hated. You get thought of every day. And not in a good way. You let me leave. And then wish I'd stayed. You almost killed me. But I didn't die.

wishful thinking

I say that I won't touch you, but my fingers are liars. I tell you how I won't hold you, but my arms are going to hell. I promise I won't kiss you, but my lips break it. I let you know that I won't love you, but my heart has no conscience. And no part of me will apologize

The tales from the bar

You're just another story I can't tell anymore

what's new

Something has moved and bumped the cradle of everything. The world is out of sync. Birds fly backwards and the fish swim through the air. Hours pass like seconds and seconds pass like hours. The light fades before the sun leaves. The stars shine before the night falls. I am here early. You are here late

dirty mouth

so i cut off my hair and rode away, to the wild unknown country where i could not go wrong

romantics

The boy from down the lane would come over and we would play cowboys and indians. The day he got hit is the day i became an alcoholic, 30 years after being the innocent one

theres no place like home

maybe face down in the dirt, with a smile and a half pack of cigarettes. Somewhere in the world, lacking the capablity to pick myself up off the ground. Maybe in a back alley puking up my ego while a stranger rubs my back as I think about all her flaws. Instead i'm trying to walk and all I can focus on is your smile

stranger

always do sober what you said you'd do drunk, that'll teach you to keep your mouth shut

i burnt your dress with my cigarette

"Good morning, dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to watch two people we know, make a big mistake. They'll stand up at the altar and solemnly swear,'I do'. They'll be together 'til they find somebody new. Her dad's in the front row muttering, 'oh no here we go again, they had a couple dates now she's three months late and its twenty bucks a plate I spent, oh'. Good morning, dearly beloved, I'd like to welcome you all, to see the side effects of sex and alcohol. Please bow your heads and join me, in a prayer for these two, who'll be together forever, 'til they find somebody new. The bride is a flirt, and the groom is worse, as he's putting the ring on her, he's checkin' out the bridesmaids, thinking that he might take the maid of honor's honor, oh. Welcome, dearly beloved, we are here this afternoon, to throw rice as these two drive down the road to ruin, with cans tied to the bumper and a draggin' muffler too, they'll be together forever, 'til they find somebody new. So raise your glass and join me, here's to the bride and groom, they'll be together forever, 'til they find somebody new"

masks

my sight is distorted through a medium. images stop and start rapidly as if film was running in my head. i see the meaningless small talk and construction commotion. i see movements towards friendships and bonds based merely on five minutes bursts of conservation. the weather is in the oddly placed limbo between high temperatures and sweaters. little boxes filled with items from discarded lamps and twin sized bedding cluttered hallways. why doesn’t this get easier to watch?

a cabin in the forest in the middle of winter

destroy apathy. fuck stats. fuck labels. make your own symbols. write your own story. mine are of bikes, wolves and the little prince. getting over bullshit. never stay pissed. always be kissed. read a few books. groove to some jams. climb a fucking a tree. who knows? nothing's stopping you

stay gold ponyboy, stay gold

i’ve tried to write something worthwhile, but the words “i miss you all” keeps traveling across in front of my eyes like a stock ticker in my head. it would nice if the words changed from time to time. maybe a “you can finally enjoy your day” or a “thank god, it’s thursday.” nah, just the same digitized message replaying over and over again. i wish the power would go out on those words

run through the fire

i believe in ghosts, do you?

Wolves at the door

i miss you. It's almost like you never left , but more like you were never here

we both go down together

I want the automated voice to be Tom Waits. How cool would it be to be driving around and hear “Take a left down that desolated street where the abandoned cigarette factory used to be.” Of course, he would probably promote drinking and driving

nude chicks and beer

Your body decays forming a new being, a being that is farthest from your desire, still, the details remain untouched