if there is a single picture that can describe how I feel, it's this

what a difference it made
tetrahydroisoquinaline
There is a hill on the left side of my brain
My nerves are building a ladder up the side of it and I'm climbing it like it's Moraine.


Chimneys are so stable, always on the edge.

okay, so i'm not really sure if you are morally supposed to be drinking heavily at 6:42am.
ahhh... ehhh.. ahhh...

i'm still so obviously confused.
I know he's probably wondering what he did and if it was okay. (if you're looking: it's okay.)


I know a place where hate and innocence can play.
Everyday is a new chance.

Losing touch with reality, this isn't where I'm supposed to be!
Why do things like "do's and dont's" control us?
why do we let them?

i dont know what kind of writing i do.
stream of conscience.
or maybe not.
this is.


I dont want to go to sleep, this is getting ridiculous.
I don't blame marissa at all, it's warm.


so poised in the center of the room.
750 mL and I need reminded of what it's good for.

i wonder what makes it so hard to speak your mind.
children, tendencies.


we zoom in.
neo violence.

4 3 2 1

678-762-1113 ext 110 urie if i want to make bank, do i sell myself short for one of these jobs?
i have someone's hands under me, ready to give me the boost I need.

Trying to save the ice cube from the cold.
I still wish Jeff was here, every time.
Even if we knew which way to head, well, still we probably wouldn't go.
He dropped the line I was scared of. It always comes eventually, i was really ready for it.
I just want to know what was in that warehouse?

"I walked outside. I couldn't cry. I don't know why."

You wait. I overanalyze.

When I was on my way to the train, I noticed what a wonderful night it was for a bike ride.
The after rain feeling made me come alive.
I had no problem jumping on that train.
I don't want to put another hole in this poor organ in my body.


When I asked her for one, she gave me six.
How is the construction still going at 6 am? or maybe it just started?
When I asked him how much, he said how many.
When I walked away, he pursued. Then, he quickly retracted his decision.
He doesn't know that I know about this.

Thursdays are good to weekends

Sometimes the quiet roars louder than the music that is used to displace it in the first place.
It's like sitting on your bedroom floor packing your suitcase to go home for 2 weeks when no one is left. You know you have 2 hours until you are supposed to be at the airport and all you can do is cure yourself of a couple more minutes. All it takes it hearing that one song and you have already lost sight of what you were doing in the first place. As hard as you cough, you have a headache (or maybe a fever.) When I think about the tough obstacles I could face on the trek to the station, the last I think about is how tough it is to pull a suitcase through the snow.
I don't want you to know my name.

Out in the desert your thoughts are as clear as the stars. You feel golden. You're billion year old carbon.

Your flattery is falling on it's face and do you think we could try forgetting?
The slow decrease is making my chest fill with fluid and I'm not 100% sure this antidote will do the trick.
The last time I checked this was the first real thing I've felt in years.
I don't mind silence, except when you're around.
The rain was coming down and you grabbed my hand.
It was the first real thing I've felt in years.

I want to stop seeing the big picture. Let's focus on the details, because this keeps skipping tracks.


I haven't listened to this album in so long.
The only thing worse than riding in the cold is riding in the cold with a cold.
I should not have taken those with milk, milk does not mix well by any means.
When did it get to be that time? Love stories are drowning out the 3am hour.

goodnight and good luck.

I felt like Bruce Springsteen again

I never want to be one to judge a man by the color of his sneakers.

The train operators voice was young. Probably not much older than myself.
"You must transfer at the elevated tracks at Clark and Lake. Again, the red line is running on the elevated loop structure."
I don't want to be the lord of the flies? Why are you following me?
The screeches of rapid transit are hurting my teeth.
I forgot to call my dad back.

At the LaSalle stop there is a piece of art on the wall and nobody knows it. It's something like the fourth blank Ad space, on the forest park side of the platform. It's a window looking out to a desert and there is a really dark cloud lurking overhead, like it might actually rain in the desert. (Ha! The cacti could only wish!) There is also a faint replica of a flower. It is a picture that could have been made using only pastels and indian ink. I discovered it on a rainy thursday night. I was on my way to an adventure that would later turn us all into living picture frames. Why am I so good at this!?

The cta reaks of take-out Chinese and the idea of poverty gone all wrong.
I guess it's been looked at which makes me hate it.

The room is great.
The space is neat.
It's simple, yet has character.
It's togetherness, for a change.
Besides it's tiny appearance
I didn't want a lot of space.



I remembered that my soul color is orange.
I'm glad it's a word that has nothing that can rhyme with it.

it's like a whole new generation struck up
i dont remember these people being worthy.
it's that whole level of return that i dont understand.
The clouded skies of tradition.

the banks had a credit freeze, and m83 is opening for kings of leon, what is happening to this world?