Friday, March 18, 2011

The good times are killing me. Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent

vodka, swimsuit, empty.

"you have to do this for me or i'll never be able to forgive you."

"for dying?"

"no


for making me love you."

Thursday, March 17, 2011

.

i don't know what is right anymore.


do i care what is right?




did i ever care?

Saturday, March 5, 2011