November 2010
I just scratched a freckle off.
October 2010
Cedric
BONEMARROWUANA.
A MURDER OF CROWS.
Numbers
15 was a grand ‘ol time. Can’t go wrong with mare.
and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared
of burning in hell well i was already there
“Sex is death. There’s a short and nasty equation for you: Sex is death.”
– Kurt Vonnegut (Welcome to the Monkey House)
TEXTING
I am a hot mess. Makeup everywhere, ripped spandex, covered in blood and coce on my nose. I am Courtney love. Fuck you college.
D RUGZ
Cocaine makes my dreams weird.
MUST BE THE SEASON OF THE WITCH.
Off.
I’m all out of patchouli.
I don’t smell like myself.
I don’t feel like myself.
Ugh.
IT'S BEEN A GREAT SUMMER.FALL.YEAR.
SID 2010.
IT’S WHAT I DO.
Y’ALL LOVE IT.
SEE YA.
I’m not going to do things because you feel its what i need to do to succeed. I’ve had it. this isn’t my bag.
may then june.
it will all be over soon.
IM GETTING OUT.
LEAVING THIS SHIT PLACE BEHIND.
OPEN MY EYES TO A BETTER LIFE.
the life i want.
HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN.
TIME.
it feels like 5pm.
I’m in another time zone.
drone drone drone.
there’s still smoke in my throat.
fueling the nutrients that have been drained from my body.
an even trade for heightened reality.
a new portal has been opened.
floating through an open wound
this feeling will always be new.
roll my eyes to the back of my head,
open wide and let the gold float in.
