"part of a story with a long history and no future"

deleted.

it's so hard to write anymore. it all smells the same. 

they come, they find someone who fools them into thinking they can do better. they go away.
they come back, always too late.
"that's what people do, they hold hands"
not me, not me...
not me.

even michael jackson lied. 
"he was a confused man"
baby.

back to my books. i should have known better.
before midnight.
shift.

dolphin girl

cat pyjamas

looking for an ending

just like at lunch today

funny how it always loops back to the beginning

infinite...

(he called me the other day to let me know that a bird of paradise had popped up from beneath the backyard weeds)

...because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars... - Kerouac

abacus

am i ready for nine to five?
in the eye of my storm
woke up to a song today that says me better than me
hoping for the best but expecting the worst
are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

heaven can wait
and diamonds are forever

new deal

the devil thought i was nancy, so long ago
this was a lie too
nothing ever changes, until now

actually, make that never again
starting now

wild card

walk around in circles long enough you'll finally hit a wall.

done, so done.

i guess if there's a theme it's letting go