TODAY,

i am an accumulation

of all our YESTERDAYS.

um. yeah.

Rock 'n' Roll is Bitchin'

I WANT SCHOOL.

we're a wasted pair in more ways than one.

tried and tired, we're more than overdone.

we're doomed and lost, and we've yet to begin.

but, somehow we've shown to have quite thickskin.

i've said goodbye more times than i've said hello.

i remember the first time, we were both covered in snow.

we're stuck in a circle, and there's no getting out.

blah blah blah blah and rainbow trout.

"you know that i hate when you

call me wasted, i expect it

whenever you call"

wait a minute.

i will never submit to conventional eating clocks. my stomach's wants will not be put second due to nutritious enlightenment. i will eat chicken caesar salad and cheeseburgers for breakfast lunch and dinner. I'd prefer chinese, but the cripple makes no choices around here these days.

enjoy.

Vigilant, Purposeful Ignorance

we're winning.

we're scoring.

we're living.

we're running.

we're miles ahead.

we're living examples of the dunning-kruger effect.

A Day In The Life (Manhatten Clique Remix)

My hair's in my eyes, my words are all lies.

I dance on ecstasy, you're dancing next to me.

Few sips and I'm gone, passing out on your lawn.

Fingers caught in the door, two years, still a permanent sore.

Racing the sunrise home, razors almost touching bone.

Wasting your parents lends on sunglasses and weekends.

Climbing through changes, flying through phases.

"Everything you know is bullshit. Death isn\'t real. Life is just a dream. Enjoy yourself. Stop worrying. Stop being scared. Go after what you want, even if what you want seems beyond the realm of possibility. Make it happen. You are god here on Earth, whoever you are. Even if you have to crawl out of the dirt to make it happen, you CAN make it happen. Never surrender to your own fear and never lose the energy you have inside. There is no god, there is no ending, there is only just here and now."

word. i love finding thins written in my notebook written better on the internet.

Straw Status

one more plate of chinese food is sure to kill me.

one more tear is sure to drown me.

one more day alone is sure to drive me insane.

one more person is sure to leave me in the rain.

HELLO?DEJKEWFNE

stories are stories are stories meant to be told.

life is a chance is a risk meant to be taken.

songs are words are songs meant to be sung.

•___•

read each font color aloud.

O_o

there's reasons behind all untrust.

there's cowards behind all injust.

Jobless and '5"2

"only thing i know is awkward silence"



my life is
60 x 80 inches. ten second interactions. pill popping to keep sanity. itching to pass the time. drinking water by the gallon so i can pee sooner. saves the day and the wonder years. filling up notebooks. unnecessary benadryl to sleep. never knowing what day it is. not caring about..anything. uttering no more than twenty words a day. online window shopping with money i never had. getting lost in reality tv shows. wishing school would start. hoping i never live alone. four worn out pillows. three worn out playlists. two worn out parents. one worn out month.



when singing along becomes wishful thinking...rock bottom has been hit.

this right here could drive a sane man bizerk.

this is skin we didnt need to tear. blood we didn't have to pour. tears we didnt have to shed. scars we shouldnt have to hide.

this is words we didnt have to say. promises we didnt have to break. lies we didnt have to tell. scars we shouldnt have to hide.

this is things we didnt have to hear. nights we didnt have to think. conversations we didnt have to have. scars we shouldnt have to hide.




this is mornings we get to see. stories we live to tell. scars we dont have to hide

seriously. watch this right now.


i scoop our sons icecream poop.

Chinese: Day Two

You're the white rice.

why are people always trying to add to white rice? you can keep your soy/duck/shit sauce and i'll keep my white rice.

I'm the won ton soup.

why does won ton soup taste better when you find it in the back of the fridge? you can keep your freshly made hot soup and i'll keep my won ton soup.

it's a dead end street and no one gets out alive.

the future is a gamble. the past is altered.

the present fleeting...but it's never gone.

it's always now. its never tomorrow.

yesterday already happened.

moving forward is moving sideways.

moving up is moving over.

truth is never true.

Come Home :(

I opened a chest of childhood.

I slept in a nest of nostalgia.

I swam in a pool of puerility.

Queens of Noise

sometimes all you need is someone to call you sexy. (much offense to "pretty," and "smart.") because sometimes we all need a little more. tell me to drive this car for miles and finally shake off the innocent smiles. tell me to dance cause you like the way it feels and flip the bird to all those blocked ears.

"Get down ladies, you got nothin' to lose."

We Are.

We're mimicking the bird's song and painting the mountains,

we're consumers of the plants and animals that consume us,

we're dancing like the leaves on the trees from the wind in the air,

we're products of the land, the earth and the sky,

we're dreaming of flying like the bats, secretly in the night,

we're fighting like the lions, tigers and bears, oh my

we're born just like the dolphins, monkeys and rabbits,

we're hiding like the ostriches, our heads stuck in the sand.

we're only as good as our worst...

"we're all stuck out in the desert, and we're gonna die."

Operation (Poison) Ivy

itching turns to scratching turns to tearing turns to bleeding.

white turns to tan turns to red turns to white.

"I didnt get it then
I think I got it now
Caution my freind
Dont step in the water 'til you know you can swim"

Mushu?

"It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him."

PIKAAAAAACHUUUUU!

The rain is falling harder.

The wind is getting stronger.

My grip is getting looser.

And the strainer has never been so nice.

evolve

she never heard the truth, it was always just echoed lies from the lips of those who were simply too busy.

Come look, Mom! It's for you!

Oh it looks wonderful...Yes, i showed Mr. Williams the picture you made for him, of course!

she thought she knew everything about the end, and how she would leave this meaningful existence.

You said it was like going home.

I lied. He said it was agony.

they hid the razor blades, knives and scissors, there's nothing she can do now, right?

Explain to me dear how you did this?

With the metal on the end of my notebook

they cried their tears and went on their way, she was left in the dust, picking up the pieces of her own mistakes.

Come on, we are already half way out the door. I don't have time for this, get your shoes on.

Please! You have no idea what it feels like to be there.

soon enough she gave up fighting and forged a smile with finger paints and broken stencils.

Yeah, don't even worry about it. I've been really good! It's totally fine, things are finally turning around, you know? I would love to! It's been a very long time, maybe months.

Maybe one day it'll be the truth.

Two roads diverged in a wood

fighting for freedom, fighting for their children. they put on a straight face and kiss their proud families goodbye. thrown across seas and borders. thrown into unwelcoming lands. familiar with the sound of bullets and foreign cursing. waiting for a day when he can go home. home to a place where tolerance and peace are practiced.

fighting for peace, fighting for their children. they put on a smile and take their lovers by the hand. thrown across streets and marches. thrown into welcoming buses. familiar with the sound of megaphones and foreign warfare. waiting for a day when he can go home. home to a place where tolerance and peace are practiced.

"But we were cut out of basically the same mud, I suppose, just two more dirty-kneed kids scrapping to beat hell and trying to land on our feet."

is 3:29am morning?

stumbling in at 2:47 am. wash your face quick and wipe it dry. brush your teeth while searching the house for two little kitties. turn off your phone to save the battery. make one last attempt to find the charger. steal throw pillows from the couch. jump into bed after saying your final goodbye to consciousness for the night.

open your eyes at 11:13 am. scratch your head and pull out the bobby pins. brush your teeth while searching the house for two little kitties. turn on your phone to three new text messages. make one last attempt to find the charger. put the throw pillows back on the couch. eat stale cereal and say hello to consciousness for the day.

this isnt life. these are her guidelines. these are the framework of her day. the frame does nothing but compliment the picture. it is, by no means, the art. some choose to follow the ridges of the frame down to the second. but its all about what's inside the frame. its all about thoughts. its about who you saw. its about what you said. its about what cereal you eat. its about which pillow you stole. its about what you dreamt of. its about who. its about what. its about where. its about when. its about why.


its all about the cycle, its all about the routine.
its all about breaking it.