Poetry and Such

the truth will set you free but you get what you pay for and I can’t afford the cost these words seem plagiarised but I’m not sure if I wrote them or if perhaps it was another not that it makes a difference because words are nothing but gray lines on grey paper and I…

So I was driving home from work today, and the traffic is stopped as this short little dog....looked like a mix between a beagle and a basset hound....beagle's head on a basset's body?? Or just a really fat beagle? Anyways. The fat little dog waddles across the road, slowly, not paying any attent...

segue fingertips brush brown ink permanently placed amidst melanin, follicles, skin. flat characters undistorted by peaks of tissue healed exactly the way life isn't. hypocrisy crowds in, defeat readily admitted, familiar silence settles deafeningly. robins try to pry worms from icy blacktop and ...

I am breaking and quickly and i do not care to see 28 i wish i was lying i wish that i could wish that i wish i was lying but that is a lie and seekers of the truth are rarely ever pleased with the fruits of their labour.

Too annoyed to even write about it anymore, but needless to say, I no longer feel at all comfortable at the school where I'm TSS'ing. argh. faculty fallibility wishing words to flow, to fall, to tumble around the twists tripping up my tongue. perplexed by the hatred aimed at who i am...what i am....

Yes, I'm still around, technically. My internet's been crappy lately, dialing in at a whopping 14.2 kbps *rolls eyes* But it's more than that. I just don't feel like writing here. Or reading, really, for that matter. Tho I've read a bit, here and there. For some reason like, half of my faves are ...

*giggolz* Seems she has some trouble with water. *nods* So. My friend Jen mailed me (ok, myspaced me.) with a proposition that we give each other writing assignments. Her proposition was considerably longer than that, but that's the short of it, and I don't feel like c&p'ing the long of it. S...

I'm not sure why in the hell OD insists on formatting this entry weird, and shoving it to the middle of the page instead of nicely aligned like it should be. *grrrrrrrr* (nevermind, NOW it's ok. *rolls eyes*) from a few nites ago.... something love-coated words wrapped in summer shawls spread war...

why does it never fail that my neighbors downstairs are doing laundry at 10o clock at nite, when I need to be taking a shower to get ready for work? oh well. at least their doing of laundry doesn't make my whole apartment shake, like happened with the previous tenants. tenents? whatevers. mother ...

you're still the only one who feels like home i miss her so much, i'll never stop talking to her she journals enigmatically, before we hear the news. it couldn't be who i worry it is, i think to myself. surely she would say more clearly if it were. but she didn't, and it was.…