saturday night at the flamingo hotel.

we had a small dog once. actually, we still do. such a tiny creature. it was so small, probablyonly weighing 4 pounds. it had so much force though. a force to be reckoned with. it thoughtit was the biggest dog in the world, when realistically it was the smallest. she thought she could do anything, i believe she can. i hate that dog. i knew an artist once. looked at the world ina perspective you would not believe. she died. or ran so far away that no one knows she's alive.i have my fingers crossed that she's hiding. or maybe she's evolved into a person i've never known.or maybe she's the same, just looks different; feels different. i know these people who praise and praise their children. look at them as if they were sold gold. i mean, i know my parents look at me thesame way, but these children were up on a pedestal. i just count the days. the hours. the minutes.the months. not chronologically at all though. i guess what i'm trying to say is that it's hard to have self-esteem when everywhere around you people are living to die and you just need to nod and agree.

father, please forgive me, for i have sinned

it's going to be as simple as this? why did we ever want to grow up? we are children, living, playing, having fun and never having responsibilites. then we grow older, growing in debt and wasting all our money on shit the governments tells us we need to live. we live to give our money

to someone else? we live to make money. we survive by making money. there has got to be another way!

truth.

today while i was driving home i had so much to say. so much to write about, and just like that... POOF! it's all gone... nothing remains in my memory. i need to pull over and just write, because lately i have writers block. nothing major. nothing minor. but it's not going to be a good way to start this term. what am i? what is this? i'm clearly wondering... my life is meaningless right now. meaningless... no new art. no new anything. broke.... and i'm not even lonely... i wish i were.

blondes have more fun

i want to be able to pull this shit off so badly.

irreparable damage.

the invisible speak louder than you could ever hear.

things i need to be happy.

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