January 2010
24 posts
I love you Holly Ratcliff.
Happy six month.
-Mackenzie.
The way you hate the world, it turns me on
Didn’t get anything done on my to do list, desire to write a letter but don’t know who to, still feeling a bit sick with swollen lymph nodes (Right?), need my film developed, debating whether to post the link to my 365 project tumblr or not, going to be a Lolita for Acon and sleep now.
Night, owls.
“You’re a teenager, I consider you temporarily insane.”
– Oh Mom
The lobotomy
I feel good. Sometimes, unreal.
Like the first sip of long awaited caffeinated drinks, the second a high hits you. I’m in that state of mind, almost non stop. The thing that i find unfathomable is that I still seem real. It’s not an illusion i’ve made, a temporary fix but I’m living.
I’m not angry anymore.
“Dude. Dethfriend to the dethend.”
– Emily, (Best. Statement. Ever.)
Plant your soles onto my earth, onto my broken...
There is a girl made of mud. She drips onto the floor, between the cracks, through the foundation and into the dirt. She stumbles as she walks, falling but catching herself. Ungraceful her stance remains, looming over the ground she leaks on. “Trip, drip, trip,” She walks on, keeping to herself mostly. Letting her thoughts flow with the watery sediment mixture oozing.
The mud...
“We are all a little damaged, just some people are so damaged you wonder how they...”
– Mommy dearest
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Not everybody, has a body like you..
Dann: Just drop out of highschool now and become a janitor or prostitute or something.
Harrison: Take that as a compliment.
Me: Ohh thanks that's so sweet!
You've got those Vs
You’re driving faster than usual tonight,
We’ve eaten a little bit more,
The musics gotten louder,
The smoke will fog our vision and redden my already crimson shot eyes. Sleep doesn’t evade us, but it soon might by the way we are going. Jumping, hiding behind the ice air.
Light it up to let it down, keeping it moving restlessly between dirty nail beds.
Nostalgias around every...
Glowing keys
I don’t think I mind not being here, or there, or anywhere for that matter. As long as I am not analyzed or pondered for my words or placement. I wish I had some more people to communicate with, just a few. Besides that I want my camera, and I don’t have it. I want to photograph and be productive on something.
“..Orgi of death.”
– Engineering an Empire: Aztecs (W. History movie)
