February 2011
“I feel like my body is a station wagon in which I drive my brain around, like a...”
– Douglas Coupland - Microserfs
January 2011
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Jel- Changing Patterns
lesson
can’t hand everyone sympathy. should not have in any. to the motherfucking Theresa.
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we can fight over this like the great dinner roll gravy wars of thanksgiving yesterday while trying to swallow down a relatives heart attack impending.
sicksugar asked: That dolphin thing make me mad. Mean mad!
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Go hug a dolphin.
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Beans- Glass Coffins(ft. Tobacco) fuck.
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you remind me of getting car sick.
Aint ever wanting the ride to end. Till i can spout out the mouth frothula.
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Games- Strawberry Skies (Gatekeeper remix)
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I’ve smudged your face in every photo I’ve had of you with my thumb. In hopes that you might feel as misguided as the ink melts under my thumbs oil. Flesh colored ink rubs off revealing a white skeleton backdrop with hair being the fringe and only thing left of your facade.
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It feels like magick
with the blood running its highway course under face. tomorrow isnt as detailed as you can summon the words. go, and say polite slangalogue. theres newly steaming dog shit on decorative cracked grass growing in between rock flooring. adjacent a seafood cafe and what other case of underground arithmetic organized crime under foliage, grime. smile heavy traffic steady. the lines form refusing...
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ive had a headache in a spaceship set into the...
lovepeacehappy:
When people insult me.
When people insult my humor.
When people insult my face.
When people insult my opinion.
When people insult my music.
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I CANT FUCKING....
DO THIS ANY LONGER. Then today, then yesterday, then a quarter past the moon and the hangers are nonslip.
unoccupied lobes
won’t make you happy to see others’ faces. won’t tell you to share a blanket. won’t ever make noises in your house again.
