Archive for September, 2007

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Monday, September 17th, 2007

It starts alone and ends alone the sadness knowing that her smile will leave me and that the good times never existed and the bad times have left stains on my soul and it's so bad that going bed drunk is the only way and it's so bad that going to bed alone is the only way

San Frandisco

Sunday, September 9th, 2007

The guy couldn't roll a joint for shit. Turns out this bothers him more then it should, which just pushes him harder to try try try... "Give me that fucking thing" "Fuck man, I tried" "Let's just smoke this shit and go outside and get lost." At first it was easy to get ...

The light of your eyes cast shadows of sweet remembrance

Tuesday, September 4th, 2007

I remember bits and pieces like Polaroid pictures in my mind. I was against the back wall of this 2'x2' booth and you were facing the left side She stood in front of you She could smell you. Like a flower about to be violently raped and then consumed by unleveled passion It was your eyes. They ...