Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.

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  • Something Like That.

    Crossmarks all over the pages, I don’t know where this leads me to, A battle with a bottle, Or numbing course of smoke, Something like that.

  • Cherry Seeds

    write this down, and study it. The cool friend left for demolitions and lacking the ability to be social af but the primary targets mean I keep my records clean and start over with a small group to describe social anxieties and rules of morality of street-side hello and goodbyes. I’ve done it all so…

  • Journal Entry: The Themfriend

    I’ve been wondering what’s next and if I ever came up with a New Year’s Resolution. Lose weight is the obvious choice, be tidier, get serious about getting rid of clothes and see what fits; at least I’ll have a lot of t shirts. I haven’t quite taken the time to muse or catch up…

  • Speaker On Blast

    I rather dance with ease, than limbo with surrealism.

  • Rot.

    I’ve dreamt of you and that place a thousand times. Gathering new information and deep reflections of the soul, only to wonder where it would take me. Curiosity killed the cat, can’t look back. There was a warrior in you before. And I can’t look in the mirror. I’ve gained so much weight. Where to…

  • Passing Thoughts

    I’m getting lost, into anxieties and today is supposed to be the good holiday. I can’t even say the word without remembering the blunders and woes associated in past years. Not worthy of a two minute reflection. Why so much negativity? I’ll try to enjoy today.

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