December 2009
34 posts
DS
spent what seemed like hours trying to get my wet legs into cotton leggings, only to find that the end result was counter productive. The leggings were riddled with holes.
P.S. I’m in Cali.
DS: Back to elementary school; supposedly for some sort of project (making quilts out of left over fabric, art supplies, etc. with the children) I get side tracked and show up late. Walking through the hallways of the school- it seems like a giant maze; every twist and turn looks the same. The doors are extremely small, and it gets harder to breathe. I finally find a door to the outside, after...
Cuizi cest quoi Ta position favorite Tes performances olympiques Mais tu nas rien dorgasmique Tu es tout nu Sous ton tablier Pret a degainer Mais je tavoue rien ny fait
also,
currently working on a soundtrack to my life.
nerves
I’m not sure when it started exactly, because I used to love my bed. However, things change and I’m not so fond of it anymore. As of late, I have been having nightmares, some that I am not eager to share. It only happens in my bed at home, which is not a very comforting thought. I’m just wondering what exactly is triggering it- the experiment begins tonight.
fuck this
dreaming hiatus. this reality is sucking me dry.
ACCORDING TO FREUD
I AM ONE SICK MOTHER FUCKER.
4 tags
DS.
In some sort of club with Bethany and Kyle; It’s dark, filthy, and congested with tons of people. I am not in the mood. We stand in line for the bathroom. They are constructed in a strange way; four toilets in one single room, without barriers in between. Kyle and Beth go in first with two others and I decide to stay behind, simply because there is no room for me. As they exit, I enter and...
getting lost
in my mind.
5 tags
DS.
killing time in what looks like the basement of sears in New Brunswick; dingy and poorly lit. Bump into a woman who is fumbling with some of her things and they quickly fall to the ground. Help her out, apologizing repeatedly. She looks at me and says, “Thank you so much here’s some money for your troubles.” I quickly deny any attempt of hers to throw money in my face for...
DS?
Now, I don’t want to lead anyone astray by posting a reality in the DS section, but last night was just so bad that, I really can’t differentiate between the two. Perplexity does not do this justice:
Basement overcrowded with barley legals and some people that clearly shouldn’t have been there. Mind altering substances, in full force. I’m feeling good, my sight is a little...
DS
fell through the roof and told myself that I would bleed to death.
I have this strange obsession with Percy Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another’s being mingle;— Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven, If it disdained it’s brother;...
DS.
come home to an empty house, pitch black. turn the lights on and everything is normal. I see a few beer cans scattered (PBRs), which is a little odd- but I think nothing of it. Then I see a joint in the ashtray- no one is home so I figure..hey, why not. Smoke the J and happen to look out my window. Police cars, everywhere. I run to the front door to get a better idea of what is actually taking...
and isn't it funny
how, even when every little thing goes wrong, it ends up feeling so right.
DS;
sorry folks.. my recent lack of sleep is the only I excuse I have for my recent lack of dreamin’; however, I’m back with my close to 10 hour nights and dreaming again, vividly:
Haunted (give me a break) houses seem to be the motif here. At home with my parents, doing my usual thing. We apparently have a house maid, who at the moment, is on the phone with my mother and she’s...
I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what's underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their café, past the Guerra...
no sleep til'
It’s 3:49 am and I am wide awake. I guess that’s where a high dosage of caffeine will get you. I can’t say that I’ve had the most comfortable day; texts that unwillingly forced me to travel back in time (a place I never want to see again), getting out of bed early only to find out that I never really needed to be in class in the first place, the unwanted stress of a six...
“As if that blind rage has washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time,...”
IN ALL HONESTY.
Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3 soundtrack honestly makes this caffeine trip worthwhile.
I’m really not afraid to admit that Check (Zebrahead) is rhythmically soothing.
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible...”
– Camus
