October 2011
50 posts
“I’m never where I want to be”- P.G.
Always love.
Everybody loves somebody else.
I don’t see people anymore; I see burdens.
You can’t help me.
You have to stop.
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God bless drugs.
Disgracing.
We don’t believe in each other as a nation.
”..living in a fantasy world.”
I know how little I know.
Are you all reflections of myself? Excerpts of my past? Created by my minds own powerful desperation to hide itself from the inevitable truth that I am all alone on this planet?
Is light eternal?
There’s always one fly on the toilet.
I look at photographs of you to remind myself of the time I would have wasted.
Do any men know they’re indecent?
Assume cosmic insignificance.
We will always be slaves to someone or something.
Maybe it is healthier not to believe in anything.
You’ve made me feel wrong for reaching for you.
Time always changes us. Is it about time it does you?
A man of perfection. A perfect man.
No, I don’t believe the wealthy owe me anything. But I do believe I owe it to myself and the world, and all things holy, to give something back to the ones who really need it.
Today, no payment can be made in full.
In the eyes of every man and woman there is injustice in some form.
You know the government has won when advanced tracking technologies are adapted socially acceptable within the people.
The song is a figment.
Are you right there, standing on the brink of hopelessness?
You’re working so hard to be nothing.
A fluctuating love.
You.
Within the mighty company of my hearts memory.
Avant-garde pop music?
Harsh manipulators, slithering preceptors, willful disconnectors plague the generation; and I’m melting under pressure.
The delicious dark psychological myth of socialism.
God is not a franchise.
Recover heroically: keep yesterday a memory, today an inspiration, tomorrow an opportunity.
A society of self acknowledgment .
Afraid of today.
WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A LAME BIRD AND LAME FLOWERS ALL OVER OUR TUMBLR?? DID SOMEONE HACK OUR SHIT?
This is a real concern.
There is a whole lot of love to be sought.
When you sit next side to an oaf, you begin to feel like one.
I am positively irrelevant to my personal causes.
When you have nowhere to go you’ll go anywhere to help you forget.
Spend money for sex to keep the demons gone.
Do I know how I feel?
What realists?
Slave to the way of today.
