Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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Thinking on a Saturday

So I was speaking to a good friend of mine about how he refuses to read my journal entries simply because I should be able to tell him what is going on in my life, without him having to read… Continue Reading →

Drunk Dialing

Now, I have been known to have some pretty decent conversations while intoxicated or messed up, but I have never really drunk dialed at all. That is, except for last night. I am one of those squishy drunks that tends… Continue Reading →

Dream see quences

My imagination is over-active, and this is the most apparent in my sleep state (very close to the waking point). I have had dreams of violence, murder, mayhem, and just death since I was no less than 5. When I… Continue Reading →

WEd Ness Day

So as we were walking by F’s old job yesterday, I coaxed him into going in, you know, just to see. I didn’t think that he would be capable of paying the rent on my place alone unless he got… Continue Reading →

the histamine reaction causes a raising, or branding

This of the tattoo. When it is irritated or you get bitten in the area surrounding the tattoo, it will often raise, or become dimensional. To the touch. These are the kinds of feelings I have been having lately. Somehow… Continue Reading →

what it means to be something on:

It seems that treacherous term “alcoholic” has taken a new front-seat to the people around me. I myself never understood it too much, that disregard for personal responsibility, and even more so, control to a substance or substances that take… Continue Reading →

Coffee Breath and Uncertain Death

I love hanging out with this one-he takes the calm in me and rubs it, eliminating the stress. I have a few more pictures from the night before I went brown, somewhere around August 16th. I would apologize for the… Continue Reading →

The unSun Day

So, I might have figured out this whole picture upload process finally. I am including some random unsundry photographs, as a test. I spent last night at a party, or rather under the stairs on a couch at the party…. Continue Reading →

back in jersey

It’s dark. Uh huh. And I am in my dungeon, waiting for the sunlight. Today I am gonna get my photo on and get the ebay stuff prepared for auction. I am unemployed for Labor Day. But Boston is in… Continue Reading →

Hot and blue

The sun is beaming outside right now, and I didn’t feel a pinch of hotness until I helped haul up her third roommate’s belongings up the stairs. I have decided not to schizophrenically move just yet, so when Joey leaves… Continue Reading →

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