January 2010
27 posts
:'/ ..I dug in the trash for our doodles today---
to live without
..is inevitable
to kill your ghosts
this must be impossible
passively sabotaging myself
day in
day out, i would do anything to forget how happy we were
the selves that vanity and symbols could never express
cherished within the knowledge of eachother
the benefit of the doubt always equipped
..not a single point
lies within the infinite plains
of my life’s possible...
*shampoo's hair*
(with rich black coffee grounds.. es muy RICO!!)
i've never
not been wound tighter
psychological schemas enmeshed into a fine red chord
found myself here
stuck in and slit
factories of various artists
like pepperjack under the wire
with the prideful yet homely blades
that if you were
able to preserve your meanings
in my mind for even a second
you would rest assured
not implode
i was always chlostrophobic with the formalities of sharing.
ive...
http://www.pdx.edu/bao/student-accounts-office →
must
escape blanket
“nowadays all i do is lose friends, drink, ..and nail anything with a heartbeat. ...”
– Kill Whitney Dead, nothing less nothing more
“the silence is broken, here in this desert of song”
– ~BtBaM
aesthetic
these images cannot lean back into the dark
life that has been in recognition
of a quickly approaching end
i fold my arms
i am beyond that which i may preserve through symbols
i am beyond what you know of me
when are these frames i peer through
these mirrors
others
a lie
~Orion
