there is no fear here
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
free of distortions
Dear God!
Things are just about as fucked as can be right now eh?
Last night my power got shut off... Am I embarrassed to say this... yes.
But it's honest.
That's one of the many reasons I have been trying to sell my goods on the e-bay.
It sucks being a lowlife loser... sorry gq.
Money has hit the all time low... I am using my creative outlet to attempt to hawk my goods...
God damn...
it was the worst of times.... it was the worst of times....
Well balls....
I miss being a kid, like 5 or 6, the world was a huge playground. Not knowing how fucked the world was... always living life according to what the adults told you to do and most of the time it just involved fun anyway... fuck I miss that.
Survive fuckers.
Captain PirateFace
force field
I indulge tonight in a revisiting of old times.
The harvest of memories long gone.
Some sweet and full of love.
Some sad, some bitter.
Fresh soil and screaming bloody newborn thoughts…
Plunged right back into the cold and muddy earth.
My eyes grow weaker and vision becomes blurred with every lingering tear.
I remember you the fondest…
And it’s killing me now.
Raw and painful from sobbing
A sad sight to behold.
Grown man.
Grown fat man...
hiding under blankets with a pillow pressed firmly against his face
to help quiet the sobbing.
He doesn't want them to hear.
He doesn't want to hear.
What a painful way to live.
A pathetic excuse of a breathing living thing.
Crying his... it's guts out.
Failing at life.
This is supposed to be a man,
a father,
a husband.
Not this beastly thing.
what happened?
This just shouldn't be.
This should not exist.
But it does.
More Later
The Captain
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How can you save me when you can't save yourself?
"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
1 comment:
Things will get better soon. They HAVE to.
*gives you a big bag of hope*
<3
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