1. Mom’s cooking.
2. Eating Mom’s cooking with no pants on
fin.
May 3
A list of things that are the best:
Sometimes I don’t want to be real. I just want to sit outside in my car, engine off, seat back, and just… not move.
Do you ever get that feeling that even when you’re home, you just want to go home?
Why am I having that feeling, you guys. Why can’t I find my way home.
Apr 28
I want to go home.
I fixed that quickly.
Yeah. Not really proud but at the same time… you post good music and stuff, and I like knowing a little about you here and there.
Can you really blame me? I mean, whenever you see me, you do your little deer-in-headlights face but you won’t say anything and neither will I, of course, but I really, really should. Man. Every time I see you, I get too caught up to say a word and in my head I always say, “Next time, I will DEFINITELY say hi,” but it just happens all over again.
Well. Next time… definitely.
All the best,
Me.
Apr 23
So I remembered that I didn’t stalk your facebook tonight.
I enjoy it.
I’ve always loved sexuality.
I’ve always been a very sexual person, with men and women alike.
I don’t like not having it. And I don’t like holding back.
Patience is a virtue, but similarly, a virtuous bitch.
Mar 8
Sexuality.
I wrote this a while ago, and I can’t even remember why. Interesting though. It’s the last night of the last night, and you can’t help but think about what you did. Or didn’t. Did you miss it? … does it matter? Up, down, all around… someone needs to feel you. Someone needs to hold you. You can’t know it because have you ever known it? Someone needs to touch you in the way you’ve never known, so that you can know it, want it, remember it. Miss it. You might not know what emptiness feels like but this can teach you, easily. Leave inhibition behind. Break from concrete. Relax…accept the turmoil that will burn inside. But before that, enjoy. Just… do you see the descent, from here to the bottom? You want to reach the bottom. One step at a time, slowly now. But before the kerosene drips from your lips and the match is lit… enjoy. Enjoy. It’s been a long time since you’ve just let yourself enjoy.
Mar 2
You may tire of me, as our December sun is setting.
Controlling my emotions is a very concentrated and constant effort. It continuously needs attention. I can’t let it rest or everything I’m trying to make work will just come undone and then I’ll be sitting on a pile of yarn the length of my life, and it will be the most terrible unraveling you’ve ever seen.
