Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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and the afternoon gets just that much more interesting…

E is having the shit TEE est day ever. Big and disgusting amounts of love from me to him in efforts to calm him down. I texted an old friend of mine asking him if he ever wrote a song… Continue Reading →

what whimpers this way comes

Those ever spinning questions, what to do, what should I do, have haunted me like crazy lately. Sure, I’m hot, I can sell shit. But do I want to sell shit? No, I don’t think so. I can sell people…. Continue Reading →

ornery is the word of the month

Oh wretched accomplishment, or lack thereof. I am finding it hard to be so faketastically positive when I really want to cry. Yeah, yeah, fucking positive thinking and all that shit will get you the world, but most of the… Continue Reading →

hufhhhhhhhhhh

well. woke up today. my phone is off. I applied for unemployment yesterday but won’t get it until the last week of this month. the max. in jersey is higher. thank god I get it. how am I supposed to… Continue Reading →

I feel this nostalgia, a bitter taste to the tongue

I woke up today, after about three and a half hours asleep, and felt pretty fucking good about it actually. I danced in the early afternoon, practicing singing, and doing crazy little stripper moves in the mirror. No one was… Continue Reading →

Happy Birthday New Year…

Well shit… the edges of the world have come undone, all in happy preparation for the new year, or not. I have an ultra-sensitivity to death  which doesn’t merit a re-explanation, but holy bananas. I have watched a few of… Continue Reading →

It’s 5 AM and guess who’s awake

I’m awake. Very awake. And it’s tomorrow already. Blame the sugarfree Redbull, I guess. On some random morning show. they had everyone who died this year that was famous, anyhow, and it’s a bunch. A gaggle even. I spent hours… Continue Reading →

the art of the “Jam”

Now I know I might just go to hell for saying this, but I realized what the purpose of jamming really is, and aspires to be. To “jam” is a catchy action we all realize as little kids means to… Continue Reading →

Kickstart my heart

Hmmm… Things are rolling and writhing and coming full-force circle into a complete piece, rounded at the corners and pointed in the middle. I figure this, if I can somehow manage to digest visually or aurally one thing per day,… Continue Reading →

I might be in virtual heaven..or something

Wow, this week is full of surprises and all things nice. starting off on Sunday, my Sunday surprise was Knicks tickets. Funny thing is, of all sports to enjoy, basketball is the one I understand the best, given that I… Continue Reading →

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