crab legs

tennessee

where do you look when you know you’re lost

are the windows down

go to work, and send your kids to school. follow fashion, act normal. walk on the pavement, watch T.V. save for your old age, and obey the law. repeat after me: i am free.

today

so starts the day that i realize i have no soul

i am slow i am getting older

Heathcliff says:
i knew her before she had a brain and fingers and toes
Heathcliff says:
and i loved her before she even exsisted
Heathcliff says:
its weird loveing something for no reason

new new new day

i need a new imagination

you are going to wake up dead

bring my stone and fork into your bedroom where you sleep so i can show you what it feels like to be a real man where your brain is mashed into your face and all you can see are my claws tearing out your eyes give me that look one more time i want you to look through me one more time before your teeth are in my hands and your mouth is fucking shut do you feel like a man now?

CONNECTICUT, US OF A

you said nothing is ever weird
i have a lot of questions for you that im too tired to ask.
but i’ll ask you this much…what do you think about? do you think about the rising sun or the opal moon?
do you wonder why this keyboard exists? or why your skin will start to crease and your hair will whiten and
why you will bother to ask yourself, where did my life go? did it perhaps cross your mind that it is possible
to love one person and one person only for eternity? has your mind wandered or has it disappeared
forever? does the creation of a universe hold any qualms for you…now that i mention it did YOU create
the universe?? why am i thinking these thoughts and who holds my feet in their ash hands? have you ever
looked at someone and realized they had absolutely nothing? nothing worth existing for? what is left for
them and how could you save them? could anyone ever have everything if you are never ending? is it
possible for a human being to not be lonely? are you lonely?
do you ever remember that no one in this entire world will ever think your thoughts and that you are
essentially one sole individual forever..and all you will always ever have is yourself? do you ever want to escape
yourself? be a dripping on a ceiling waiting for absolutey nothing? having nothing to think or do?
could death be this great escape? when i die will i be a dripping on a ceiling? what is the point of death is there is no point of life? why are some lives blessed and others cursed? are you real? am
i real?



and
are you
worth saving??????

making a list (checking it twice)

THINGS TO DO SO THAT I STOP DETESTING MY SORDID ABYSMAL LIFE

1. learn how to write screenplays/film
2. read a lot of extremely intellegent works of literature
3. find some cafe to hang out where i can look veryvery hip
4. running, badminton, yoga, stop eating candy
5. volunteer imprint imprint imprint/boar/wpirg
6. learn french
7. gardening and cooking
8. travel to vancouver/montreal/halifax/the north
9. investigate exchange/co-op to egypt
10. write write write
11. visit toronto lots
12. need clothes that don’t suck
13. learn how to play drums/piano/ukelele

do you ever feel like not existing?

im a water droplet hidden in the corners of your ceiling im a phantom reaching out my fingers to pass through your perfect face im the wind that floats into your lungs to rip them out im the ghost that follows you home at night

DO MY HAND PRINTS FIT YOU

no eyes open eyes shut my eyes

still life