at the beach:
buck tooth surfer boy fronts me
he thought "yeah, he's a pussy."
as he looked at me.
i looked back
and in fact,
i knew he was a vagina.

some of the reasons why i get out of bed:

gay bar

drunk driver found grazing

i bet a dog sounds like a good idea.

i don't want to talk to you. i just want bang bang bang.

i'm surprised he isn't from florida.

only in...uruguay

"I'll chase you around the playground and try
and hold you down and kiss you."

the months i've spent wandering, coming to realize how empty it (i) is (am).
how colorless, featureless, and bleak.
a grayscale ghost town.
making my way through, yet to meet
anyone.
completely convinced that verdant gardens are just

the
cor
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something funny for your monday

(hey at least he's not bullshittin you)

(new skin.
yet again. heh heh.
poke around. there are secrets everywhere.
i highly suggest letting the front page load and poking at the title with your mouse cursor. much thanks to hea for the help with it )

i realized, just a minute ago. my life has been too focused on others. i've forgotten what the meaning of "fun" was to me. that's so fucked up. wow.
for the last 2 years, i haven't been living. i've been mourning. what the fuck?
i've never dealt with my father dying.
or losing k .
or losing me.
i don't know what i am.

can someone please explain this to me?¹
http://home.earthlink.net/~pclod/