November 2011
1 post
A Long Intermission
It’s been over a year and a half since I decided to visit my blog and looking back it is chilling see how truly unhappy a situation I was enduring. I took a long break from the internet all together, pieced things into the puzzle, cut my losses, and decided I was going to finally live my own life. I stopped being afraid of debt, quit expecting to become a failure, and ceased regretting all the...
April 2010
1 post
Poetry is a backwards slut.
A French whore green with envy and a few silver towers.
That last pillar beckoning musical vampires and dancing opera dogs.
Rats with feathered wings on every neon lit corner and their scuttling,
putrid pets beneath them munching filth contentedly before flourishing.
Sidewalks glittering fantastically with abandoned garbage and broken dreams.
People, fragile, are the glass on those numbered...
March 2010
1 post
Disenchanted in the Dumps.
The most emotionally charged of my outbursts would’ve been the best thrillers for others to read and contemplate, making for a very interesting and frequently modernized blog, however they are ironically the stories I often discover I wish to secede furthest from. I find myself withdrawing because I fear the regret that comes with putting the things I’m ashamed of into open forum, even when the...
December 2009
4 posts
“…love all, trust few, do wrong to none.”
– Shakespeare
1 tag
Repugnant Beginnings
I started this collection of sorts a few months back. Slithering through entry to entry, I found that with each new cluster of information I surmised to drudgingly slather onto the page for other people’s enjoyment, I felt more hollow about the state of my little curio cabinet of a blog. Although every individual character had been typed out by my scarred dumpy fingers, gazed upon by...