Hypercritics on Mute.
Hypnosis.
January 26, 2010 • 01:05 PM •
1 kazillion
Dreams are interludes. Love is a pesky captor. I am a meek hostage.
Of both. Of the former, voluntarily. Of the latter, subconsciously.
Love yourself. [ Before it's made illegal ]
January 19, 2010 • 02:40 PM •
1 kazillion
Listen.
I bat my eyes, became otherwordly. I counted my blessings, seduced a stranger. There's nothing wrong with being happy. I saw through the sickness.
And I woke in the morning. And I knew that life had passed me by. I called out a warning.
"Don't ever let life pass you by."
S[h][e] be[l][i][e]ve[d].
January 7, 2010 • 06:23 PM •
shoot
Let go.
Not any part of it was mine to hold on to anyway.
FAIL.
January 7, 2010 • 06:12 PM •
shoot
After practically getting beat up by four children (ages 3-5), I ran outside and yelled "I'm aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!"
Then.. I realized...
...I was at a funeral home.
Expectation > Reality.
January 2, 2010 • 04:00 AM •
1 kazillion
Maybe I was hoping for something more by the end of your cigarette.
This year, I will stop looking.
...for things that don't exist.
Visual Individuality and Creative Freedom.
Overload on the Analysis
December 9, 2009 • 11:16 AM •
3 kazillion
I like you too much.
I steal stickers.
December 8, 2009 • 10:53 AM •
5 kazillion
Neh, I'm just upset. :|
Lillian.
December 8, 2009 • 05:31 AM •
shoot
I've chosen not to sort my feelings out. But I guess the bottom line is that there are feelings to sort. No governing indifference towards what's to be. I don't know where I am. I don't know if anything is okay. I don't know if it'd be bold to take the leap or just plain idiotic.
*EDIT: It's idiotic.
