There's a smudge on my screen where your name used to be

and I like it that way because it's tainted
like you.
Is it possible for a cynic to fall in love too easily?
Is it possible to be homicidal, yet also
charismatic and out-going?

I don't know, but I will say this:
staying motivated is hard,
its like I'm constantly searching.
Gotta find new reasons to keep breathing,
find new things to believe in,
find new beds to sleep in.

Because all my idols are dead,
old ghosts fuck with my head,
all I ever dream of is leaving.

I didn't intend for all of that to rhyme, but there you go.
I'm never satisfied so I just lay here.

important life lessons

8. If everyone in the show you’re watching is good-looking, it’s not worth watching.



How true is this?
favorite shows:

MAURY
30 ROCK
SEINFELD
ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT
ITS ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA

if you find everyone on all of those shows attractive,
there's something wrong with you.

Sometimes rhyming calms me down

I do like it when the lights are off,
and I like being alone
when pictures of your face
are my only remnants of home.
I live and die within this city,
but I dream about the town
that made me realize, looking out
I should consider settling down.
I take deep breaths like it's the last time,
because one day, it will be.
I didn't say goodbye to old friends and lovers,
but I did tell them sorry.
I'm sorry, saying sorry, taking covers from a child.
burning memories on these pages,
hoping you would stay the night.
yes, the trouble,
it's not worth it,
but someone, somewhere wrote the lines
that skipped a generation,
candy-coated both our minds.

In actuality

It reeks of irony and cigarettes:
Richmond.

How can I write an ode to a city
I just met?

I've heard

that I should probably write a
David Sedaris-style book of all my exploits, etc.
Honestly, I wouldn't know where to start really.
My writing and my story telling are two separate passions,
and I'm not quite sure where they converge,
or even if they should.

AYO DREAMBOAT

can i has?
can i motherfucking has??

I read somewhere that my tarot card is "The Devil"

"But who prays for Satan?
Who, in eighteen centuries,
has had the common humanity
to pray for the one sinner that needed it most? "

Soo many question marks

I've noticed that lately.
Like everyone (myself included)
just talks in questions.
Most of them rhetorical,
most of them we know the answers to,
we just don't want to hear.

We're hoping that perhaps if we just ask anyways,
then the answer will be something different.
But even if it is, you still know the truth, come on.


~~~~~~~

On another note, my back hurts
I've got boob problems. It sucks.
Also, when will people understand
that having a baby and getting married,
will NOT solve your problems.
be happy first, then commit and bring
someone else into this world.

On an even other note,
maybe it's time to stop being a hypocrite.
Just for a while.

"No one's got it all"

Don't say it like it's

something sad.

My love is like clockwork

Is that a real thing?
Wtf does that even mean?

If and only If

If I were a month, I’d be November.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Friday morning.
If I were a time of day, I’d be two am.
If I were a planet, I’d be Saturn.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be an Octopus.
If I were a direction, I’d be East.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bed.
If I were a liquid, I’d be hot tea.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be an emerald.
If I were a tree, I’d be a Maple tree.
If I were a tool, I’d be an axe.
If I were a flower, I’d be a Snapdragon.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a windy fall day.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a harmonica.

If I were a color, I’d be Navy blue.

If I were an emotion, I’d be doubtful.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a grapefruit.
If I were a sound, I’d be a chuckle.
If I were an element, I’d be water.
If I were a car, I’d be a Civic.
If I were a food, I’d be a pancake.
If I were a place, I’d be a fountain.
If I were a material, I’d be leather.
If I were a taste, I’d be figs.
If I were a scent, I’d be apples.
If I were an object, I’d be a novel.
If I were a body part, I’d be a hip.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be rolled eyes, pursed lips.
If I were a song, I’d be Shake It Out.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be barefoot.

On the other hand

I guess I hope I don't ever complete
my tattoo or piercing list.

If I ever become a complete work of art,
then what be the point of living?
I'd be done.

Instead I guess I'd love to think of myself
as constantly changing.
A work of art in flux,
that just keeps getting better everytime you look back.

Sometimes you just

feel it in your soul, you know?
I'm not making a fucking fashion statement,
I'm just making my soul happy.
Kill me if that's not right.


Nobody publishes books anymore,
everyone's got these blog things.
But what if I did it?

I could publish a book and
pretend it's the very first one.
Feel like I've rediscovered the printing press,
and everyone would abandon internet screens
and fall in love with me.
The only three things on Earth for certain
would be taxes, Death, and my books.

hah.
it's like pipe dreams only worse.

Am I the

only person who makes titles a part of their post?
I do it everywhere and in regard to everything.
I'm not sure why it started or where,
but it seems quite natural to me
and I don't know if it's weird or not.