catatonicsean
|
::
2013 22 November :: 5.30pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: The Ramones - Wart Hog
...and now my mother has been fired from her job (her first time - the cherry has finally been shattered).
She will live in abject poverty as I do, although with all her fancy-smancy references she'll back to middle-class in no time flat. But, for the time being, she will have the best glimpse into how things function in the Really Real World, hemmed in by smelly, loud, idiotic, extraordinarily fertile poor people with too many children and too little to occupy their time other than oxycotin addiction and daytime TV.
It will be enlightening.
For her, that is...I've seen and done it all before (aren't I the seasoned old man, eh?). Now all I have to do is convince her that bong-rips are a recreational activity, and that Ramen is the cornerstone of every meal from breakfast to dinner. And NyQuil is a perfectly acceptable substitute for milk and tea.
Quoth the average Southerner, "I'll learn her good, mm-hmm."
2 night time trust fallnight time trust falls |
are you reaching out
|
munkysaurus
|
::
2013 21 November :: 6.55pm
The glory is all used up, use what's left...
Hey, you, you're still here? I'm glad, because you're beautiful, digital face overwhelms me with joy and memory. The glory, it's been used, it has holes and there's plenty of new ones sitting on the shelf. But, I'm not ready to open those packages.
Look, I remember the smiling faces, the aspirations, and the hopes and dreams. They rest with you.
What takes place when the glory is used up? Glory: an adolescent thing by nature.
Duty? Maybe?
Mr. J., I'm gonna let you in. I was let go from my job. But, it was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. Because I relinquished, and then the old me came back and embraced me. And it wasn't glory I felt, but possibly...duty.
I'll let you decide. You mull it over.
Yeah, I know, you can't stay long. For now, bonne soir monsieur, vous et l'amore de la mon vie. Parce que, vous exitez.
To the memory of the smiles of the people who meant the most to me but didn't know it. To Vivers and Teresa, my goddesses. To the infant brother I helped raise. To the twenty year old me that you've chronicled and frozen in time so well. The wings are burned, but I have my legs.
- Friend
3 night time trust fallnight time trust falls |
are you reaching out
|
|
catatonicsean
|
::
2013 19 November :: 5.20pm
:: Mood: lonely
:: Music: The Locust - Alas, Here Come the Hypochondriacs to Wait With You in the Lobby
Got shot down by another girl the other night, but at least my friend was blasted out of the sky as well by his prospective hook-up, otherwise I'd be in a fouler mood than anyone could imagine.
Try me.
Moving along: I have accepted that I will die alone, but first I'll get fat, go bald, all after ascending to the middle-class. There are worse fates, but not too many, and frankly the prospect of meeting one such as that is enough to make one jump off a bridge (after shooting oneself in the head, because people survive falls of that nature and the results are, well...). Tough shit, I guess.
I suppose I shouldn't bitch and moan, seeing as I still have masturbation and the myriad distractions people immerse themselves in when things are going their way, but as of late those things seem rather...uh...empty? Meaningless? I can't find the adjective, so those will have to suffice for now.
I need to start pretending to be a wigger or a GQ herbert.
are you reaching out
|
alexithymia
|
::
2013 15 November :: 12.07pm
Pole fitness classes.... ladies or gents, any one want to join me?
|
|
alexithymia
|
::
2013 12 November :: 4.14pm
Why did I waste my time?
Two steps, I don't rewind
Feeling I can't define
I give back to you
Give it all away, take it all away
Give it all away, take it all away
I see my demise
From behind your eyes
I can't pass you by
I put back to you
Give it all away, take it all away
Give it all away, take it all away
Give it all away, take it all away
Give it all away, take it all away
Between love, between hate
Shake the silence back but it's too late
And it haunts you, and it haunts you
It's a love hate heartbreak
This could be suicide
A kiss with these red knives
Why am I driving blind?
I give back to you
Give it all away, take it all away
Give it all away, take it all away
Try on one full size
I thought boys don't cry
You're my perfect lie
I give back to you
Give it all away, take it all away
Give it all away, take it all away
Give it all away, take it all away
Give it all away, take it all away
Between love, between hate
Shake the silence back but it's too late
And it haunts you, and it haunts you
It's a love hate heartbreak
Between love between hate
Shake the silence back but it's too late
And it haunts you, and it haunts you
It's a love hate heartbreak
Between love between hate
Shake the silence back but it's too late
And it haunts you, and it haunts you
It's a love hate heartbreak
Between love between hate
Shake the silence back but it's too late
And it haunts you, and it haunts you
It's a love hate heartbreak
Give it all away, take it all away
Give it all away, take it all away
|
|