so let us enjoy happydood;
agreed
think i might slit my writs and throat and blow my head off with a shotgun today
today is not fine, but you can still enjoy.
today is more than fine
it's supposed to get up to 84°F today hocuspocus;
Quote from: vziard on March 20, 2012, 06:25:07 AM
think i might slit my writs and throat and blow my head off with a shotgun today
How come?
it is hotter than that in hell so that must be the finest place when a measure of the burning fire is what satisfies your soul.
i like today giggle; that acid afterglow
these days, i enjoy almost every day. i'm not ecstatic about them, but still. kinda funny considering i stay inside and geek out every day, but i enjoy it.
chill day
it's not cold here
today sux
Quote from: vziard on March 20, 2012, 03:41:19 PM
to prove that I can do it.
Someone once asked me if I could become a
bad person.
Through trial and error, I may have proved them right. Altering the self for another is a sure trip to figurative
hell.
Quote from: eeeeeee on March 20, 2012, 10:29:29 PM
today sux
Hey, what's wrong?
today is not fine
i taught swim lessons for 5 hours in a cold pool and i am convinced that i came close to getting hypothermia
Tonight is fiiiiine and so am I. Nothing like fire in my lungs and the slow hum of a ceiling fan, as the dreams go in the night.
Quote from: Socks on March 20, 2012, 11:21:14 PM
Tonight is fiiiiine and so am I. Nothing like fire in my lungs and the slow hum of a ceiling fan, as the dreams go in the night.
I'm keeping my window open tonight and I can hear the foot traffic and everything else as it passes by.
My window is open too my friend, hung low among the curtains, which a wind hardly stirs. But in the distance, among the haze and through the fabric, lies the dim and jagged skyline, of man houses and obscure structures. It seems so bright from within the room.
Quote from: Socks on March 20, 2012, 11:34:02 PM
My window is open too my friend, hung low among the curtains, which a wind hardly stirs. But in the distance, among the haze and through the fabric, lies the dim and jagged skyline, of man houses and obscure structures. It seems so bright from within the room.
I keep hearing sirens, but not the ones that draw and attract.
I can only picture people in need, waiting for them to get louder, closer.
Sleep's not easy on that front.
I've given up on sleep. It I quiet here, and I likely wont remember any of this when I come to next, so, why not be now and worry later?