Monday, November 1, 2010

What is Sex/Being Alone

A world that's sex, Everything is sex its like you know. If you don't your bound to sooner or later. When your sun rises high on you and your clock strikes its time. You'll have the rightful mind.
(Your story untold)
Sex equals money, power, encouragement, sin, pleasure, life, hurt, pain, emotional attachment to the fullest. You gotta know that. I do.
They all know, but what remains a sin is a sin is a sin is a something to me. A sin isn't a sin unless you make it one. In your melancholy mind my firstmate. Your ship my ship your shit my shit, don't get transfixed on lifelessness. Your not missing out on anything. Enjoy what you want to do, not them. There views, your not a loser unless you think your one. Embrace hopelessness, excepting yourself is gaining power. Do what you can for the greater good but know you have yourself as first priority because you will always be alone.

Julian Casablancas - Glass (Acoustic Session @ Viva Radio)



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I don't want to catch you with another guys face under your eyelids

I'm so happy this stupid excuse to party holiday is finally over. My night was lame. I managed a ride from my cousin to Michele and Aaron's party. Where I found myself drinking glass after glass of rum with no effect. Everyone there was just more lame than usual. I was constantly rubbing a bracelet in my pocket for confidence and happier thoughts. I left the party after an hour. The walk home was 1and a half hours, fucking sucks. The best part was i saved a Burrito in my pocket from home and brought it to the party. I found sol ice walking down railroad tracks, like it brought back good memory's of hopping trains and traveling. All i could think about was you, walking home, how i wanted to call you, tell you how i feel, how i needed someone to understand. My arm is covered in maker with notes to tell you. My palm reads.
Sex
Alone
Escape
0 reasons Halloween
I don't remember what this stuff meant. I had a conversation with you in my head for an hour then when i had the chance to talk to you. i couldn't think of anything to say, it didn't matter any way you didn't answer your phone. The best part about the walk and there was nothing good about it was walking by the old insane asylum. It always reminds me of Jack Nicholson. I guess the best part of Halloween was having a little sister that went trick or treating. Cause when i got back home i ate candy till i got a stomach ache. But really.
I hate Halloween.