i'm tired and sick of sleep

was at home and thinking about sacrifice and getting nowhere. who gives gets it doesn't matter than much these days just so it happens. we all go on. listening to killing a camera and wasting away a bit. hope a few more nobodies come over so we can talk shout yell think aloud etc. and know that none of us is alone. i am in love with not being alone. likely get drunk. likely always get drunk. most of the time. not too keen on anything else these days. finishing up a novella i've been working on. don't know how i feel about the writing style it's new to me but i think it is working. almost halfway through the novel and still finding time to rip my way through a few tiny entries here and there and an ongoing addiction to the catchphrases of thejanechord. wish i could have four or five quotes listed in my favorites. he reminds me of tim sandlin.
a dozen roses is on and i am trampling my way through bad internet porn. i can find two chicks fucking a baby goat, but finding a few naked punk rock chicks is like pulling teeth. it's funny this way. maybe i'll read some trash sitting by the bed named masterpeice by maybe no one but me. think about nothing but words and the magic of falling forward over them and wrapping them around you like a blanket. i know it would be easiest to fall asleep to pass the time, but i am tired and sick of sleep. skip ahead to the end and you will find a promise to everyone that everything is going away and you will have to realize that before you can move on. love of life is in the knowing that what you love will leave you. and that's okay. it's not meant to last forever. just to be. and feel and have experienced. i hope it rains where you are.

2002-09-21 | 7:18 p.m.
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