Category Archives: God

Goodbye, again


I wait and ache.

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You make me want to be a better caveman.


I wanna like, go hunt something with you and kill it with our bare hands, skin it, eat it, fuck you and then draw a fucking mural on the wall of all that. Continue reading

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I hope (if I wake… you know the rest)


That I wake up in the morning with only the *good* before and after people still in my memories and life. Nothing else. Nothing of me but what I am to them. And I guess that would just leave no … Continue reading

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Trying like hell


To stop myself from thinking about her and the (billion trillion) things I could have (should have) done differently and how nothing that has happened in the last four months (yesterday, was it four months or four years ago or … Continue reading

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Update: What I Want


Or at least…some guy that can fix stuff and fill up the ice trays and buy me alcohol or cigarettes when I don’t feel like going and laugh at my jokes and take my abuse and tell me he loves … Continue reading

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Therapy


When I get these feelings only 3 things make them go away. Fuck. Fight. Cut. Wish I wasn’t crazy. I’m too fucked up. You should leave me. So I painted.

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The Joys Of Sleep, The Agony of Depression


Then bed and again the luxury of dark. Still the blood and flesh of me were electric and singing quietly. But it ebbed and ebbed and dark and sleep and oblivion came and came, surging, surging, surging, surging inward, lapping … Continue reading

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