march first at 7:36 p.m.
THERE'S A DRIED CRIMSON SPOT ON THE BLADE... OR IS IT DRIED MASHED POTATOES?

how long can i last, i wonder. how long until they bring the hammer down. all these horrible realities are looming up out of the haze. i need to get a grip--maintain. everything seems to be changing around me and i'm left a passenger. all these things i am unaware of i'm suddenly beginning to realize. i'm forever trying to find words to put to things, forgive me if i'm wrong in chosing which ones.

i'm so goddamn disconnected.

the possibility of physical and mental collapse is now very real... no sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. buy the ticket, take the ride.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame