October 23, 2010

  • i can't stop saying it, but i'm feeling out of sorts.  like i'm planning something, but can't get started.

    i dream all night long, dreams and nightmares where former lovers have the same forgotten personalities, embarrassments, harassments, unholy propositions...

    doesn't anyone else feel not themselves?  feel all bled out and empty, pale and drab and tired.

    i'm desperate for everything, falling in love with every face, imagining illicit stolen moments.

    will not cry.  will not wait any longer.  let's do a photographic spread, all about my fictional influences:

    maybe that's my problem... my interests don't mesh.  being badass and not caring while being sweet and nice and reading books and kicking ass and drinking and loving and WTF personality disorder!