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She is beautiful.
JulyJul 23 Thursday Thu 09
Stumble, tumble; crash. Blood pools round my head. My thoughts are racing, my body petrified. I get up slowly; tipsy, my eyes rolling back ocasionally. I wipe blood away from my mouth, then check my ears. They're bleeding hard, and that means one thing; b
Stumble, tumble; crash. Blood pools round my head. My thoughts are racing, my body petrified. I get up slowly; tipsy, my eyes rolling back ocasionally. I wipe blood away from my mouth, then check my ears. They're bleeding hard, and that means one thing; blackout - permanently.
Your Welcome for the email. Jacob.
She is beautiful.
JulyJul 22 Wednesday Wed 09
Being paper is good. I am a paper boy. Now be a whale and sink fast.
A Paper Boy.
With emptiness I walk; a boy made of paper. And the emotionlessness is exilerating. I walk on paper sidewalks, covered in hopscotch and crumpling leaves. The paper houses are tall and lanky. My purposelessness, aimlessness, grows. Paperplanes overhead, my brain becomes stationary. Shades of grey from East to West, I'm enveloped in an oragami haven from all sane and sensible streams of living. My flesh is non-existant as I turn into my 2 dimensional form. If someone looked at me from the side, i'ld be invisible; if they gave me a hug, they'd be papercut. So it's easy to slip away from all human contact and be at peace.
JulyJul 21 Tuesday Tue 09
Where in the world has good 10 pm TV programing gone? [Grey=E2=80=99s =20=
Incandescent lights. It rains. It reigns. It's overwhelming power shocks my cart... Read More: http://is.gd/1GSd0
Part One of Many to Come
The dirt under my yellow-tinted fingernails is easily hidden by my palm as I grasp the straw. Her brown hair falls in tangles in front of her glassy yet paralyzing eyes. They're dialated, as are mine; maybe from the dark, probably from the last line we took. I jam the straw in to my nostril, covering the other with my pointer finger. Only than do I realize that every time I clog my one nostril with my forefinger, I am making a most solemn gesture with my hand. My pointer sending an invisible line towards my brain, and my thumb relaxed, I am holding a gun. And it is about to shoot a fucking '96 calibar into my 96 IQ head. "Suicide." "Huh?" Olivia whispers back. "Nevermind," I manage back to her lips. And how I wish those lips could be coliding with mine. How I wish I could run my hands through her hair. I think about Olivia only a bit longer before simaltaneously snorting and moving the straw down the line. The white powder scatters all over my brain. And white it is. Paler than sugar, and much sweeter. Just like Olivia. I take another line, through my other nostril. It stings a bit, but it's worth it. I pass the straw to Olivia, and she immitates me well. Then it's quiet for a long time, and me and Olivia are holding hands with each other on the couch. "Jacob?" she says. "Yeah?" "You know, um, were uh, just friends... Right?" My high sinks down to a very dampened low. No amount of weed, booze and crank will get me back up again.
Not today anyway.
Will you be, like, my Teddy Bear. Cause you're, like, so sweet.
““I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!””
Dr. Suess
““How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?””
Dr. Suess