"Well, you're magic," he said, "but don't let it all go to your head.": i saw you drawing and i just wanted to be sick. i mean, c'mon. who are you fooling?

butdonotreadintothis.
^"My thoughts have been running from me for the past few nights and a lot of you have felt the brunt of it and I apologize, sometimes things just get out of hand and I reach but always fall a little short when I try to grab them back and put them into place. In a way I should be thankful, but I think so many things that were said and confessed aren’t making things easier and I’m not trying to say that things are hard I’m just trying to say that life’s heavy and I’m in this ball of heat and confusion and skin and noise that sounds like whispers and nails on a chalk board. I know I’m not making sense and it’s just that I’m not trying because sometimes it’s exhausting to get the nerves up to talk about things, so trying to write things out in an orderly way seems boring and tedious and makes me feel like I’m following a routine, which I have always wanted to do. Just not yet. I need that order, that strict rule in my life, I’d like to follow a straight line for once because as much fun as it’s been going off on my own little zig zagging routes I still want to see what is at the end of the line because I’d like to hope that it’s something small and tangible and you feel like shit when you get there because material possessions aren’t supposed to matter^"

just.don't.panic.just.keep.being.your.self.centered.s.e.l.f.
it's like a justice song!

'oh, let me count the ways that I abhore you.'

kitty and i had a meet up on lake ave. run-ins with the lovers, chess cree, l.s. monkey and a tweaking phone deprived crack addict who started a song out for me (you in the red, you in the black) were had. coda failed us, but we were a camera club. or so you thought. that was beautiful, give us some more?