Last Night

It wasn't until the third time that we slept together, when I fought her so sweetly for her kisses, that I finally began to win her over. She was afraid to let go of the past but with her nose pressed into my chest, I listened to her breathe out of her one open nostril and watched as that started to melt away. I took a deep breath, I smiled, and fell asleep with her wrapped in my arms.

don't dwell too long on wisdom or you won't find any of your own.

Don't wait for someone who will never come.

I want to cry in your arms
Out of joy and when the time comes
Sorrow
Take my heart and do with it what I would
Feel your soul
And release it
And your escape will be the door you've been searching for
Because your eyes don't always know what you are looking for
And sleep

Have you ever considered selling out and just doing those artists renderings for court rooms? I bet those guys get lots of work.

The Smug Look Of A Toad Breakfasting On Fat Marsh Flies

For fuck's sake, stop literally throwing your head back to laugh at that moderately funny joke. You are like some kind of horrible alien-person. Where are your standards of decency? Who taught you to behave like such a baboon? I hate you. You runied my whole day just by existing and I will thank you to never do it again. I just can't shake off someone so schmoozie, so obnoxious (and also just plain noxious), and so HORRIFICALLY BAD AT FASTENING BUTTONS ON A DRESS SHIRT

You are an ugly, mole-faced hairy dude. Please please please, that's all they could say was please please please

i don't want to see your damned chest hairs ever. or your back hair. EVAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


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AND STOP CALLING ME AND SHOUTING IN MY EARS.

four and a half minutes goes by so fast

If in that split-second between slipping in the shower and hitting your head on the side of the tub God stopped time, what would you wish that you had done?

i'll whisper and you'll nod

the nighttime has a funny way of playing with my head. thank god for drug-free mornings and special thanks to the band Randy and their hit "Little Toulouse"

my heart hurts after tonight

sometimes it's weeks before I hear anything new about you. and I know I'm not your only fan. write us a little something more just to keep us in suspense. it gets boring hearing myself thinkg...actually that's not true...but you get the drift

I want to feel you in my bed
Your fingers running through my head
And mine pressed into your back
Steal my heart and refuse to give it back
Let me taste the sincerity in your lips
And press your body into my hips
Make me believe. I'll hold you tight
Help me see you through the night
And when the morning comes again
Again we part as only friends
Some things they never change
Feelings come. Yours stay the same
And next time comes that midnight taunt
Pull my strings. Get what you want.

Immigrant Song

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AH

i want to fall into your arms and lay between your breasts and ask you questions you don't know the answers to just to see you make something up on the spot
you'd make me smile. i think you'd be happy too.

Like Clockwork

Funny how the cyclicial things are in retrospect. Funny how everytime the pendulum of life is at its midpoint I tend to forget that it can do nothing else but swing up. Funny...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY ONE YEAR BIRTHDAY TO THE REMORSELESS BLOG. It's been fun! Let's make next year even better!

Love, Carmen Sandiego

even my confusion is entertaining. I like "Move Along" by The All American Rejects. I'm going to go try to date a pre-med

you can't take life to seriously though. take it easy. don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy. there's so much you can miss if you don't look at other things. need to find a healthy balance.

it's funny how often I ask "is that what we're supposed to do?" before acting. It's such an unoriginal notion.

fucking people

Feeding a Thought

Dealing with change is what really defines us. No one ever learned anything from repitition. Why, then, are we all so afraid of change? Maybe we're all just afraid to define ourselves in a new light, because we fear the forgotten things in our shadows that the illumination might let others, or worse yet, ourselves, see again. And then we meet someone who shines so bright that the shadows we hopelessly clinged to vanish, leaving us absolutely vulnerable. It is exactly that vulnerability which we fear most of all, and yet all secretly live for.

Stop observing the world, and become a part of it.

the real art is seeing the paint go down the drain