January 2011
211 posts
Goddamnit.
Stagevu’s server is down.
I don't like the Beatles.
Jan is sitting on the floor, spraying his feet...
The musings of a friend in sleepy delirium.
This is my last one, I promise.
Jan is trying to bounce something out of the...
I’m a terrible friend.
Jan is looming above his dog.
Jan is on his top-bunk, staring in a spiteful...
Jan is on his back, on my feet.
Jan is below my chair.
Jan is face-down on the floor directly behind me.
Jan is in my lap.
I'm having a fucking awesome day.
“What’s Monster Zero?”
“The reason the human race is unable to reside on the surface, why we all must remain underground, forever. I shall show you Monster Zero.”
-I have a thing for old movies and MF Doom.
I can’t speak on delirious mood swings,
My lungs are bare due to thoughts that bring,
Closer and closer the they creep to wring,
The wind for my words, disallowing my head to sing,
For my heart does not sing for it is a mere vessel,
Due to the impossible idea that we dwell on the same level,
Whether I be above or greatly disheveled,
I’m not the one causing this to be embezzled.
Memory.
I sit queasy, jittered, uneasy;
The toll that looms, the loss I dread.
Anxiety over the things I see,
Laying in my lonely bed.
Darkness only to accompany me,
As well as things like memory.
But being alone merely leads,
To the unfortunate ends of misguided deeds.
“I’ve been feelin’ weird, got over it; I got lost in thought, I’m over it.”
