madison: learns through television

Long time blind.

2009-03-14T16:55:00.000-07:00

Its all gone. trust me.

if only.

we did make a promise.

2008-03-30T12:45:00.000-07:00

the institute can be capturing. Sucks my will to live, thank you garth.

Karma Police is on the loose.

2007-08-20T03:45:00.000-07:00

I found a new source of energy and distractions. Although I had found it earlier but now it's official.

I hate myself for saying no. Never say no again! Don't make that mistake ever again.

((Telling them it's all for something real, don't respect a word you speak and go too far, Acclaim.))

Fucking birdcrap.

Happy down south.

2007-08-18T06:02:00.000-07:00

Fell into a new place this week. as always the thoughts grow negative into a pessimistic frown, not familiar with the unfamiliar. Mind started off with the outbursting hallusinations of attractions to distract me from true companionships. The ones with the God-like roles and the permission to kill, might I say, rule. They just ooze coolness through their moist dress shirts with the scent of sweat. Really.

I finally have my best imaginary friends captured on a disc. Kind of floppy even if not even close. Easter eggs tasted like love.

Can't wait 'til October.

xoxox

We're going into d-minor

2007-07-31T16:30:00.000-07:00

Home has lost it's purpose these few weeks, it's been less of a trap and more of a shelter. theres no hole for me to hide in behind this door. the lack of inspiration is making me feel like a regular person amongst the genuine artists stuck to my walls, eyeing me in prejudice.
I don't know what i am trying to escape when buying more moving pictures to haunt me in my tv screen like poltergeists in polaroids. distracting myself with a paper and pencil, numbing my ears with melodies from hearing the rain melting through my window, the boombox underneath the sill playing our song, whatever that is.
i have imaginary friends sitting on my shoulders and grabbing my crotch, pouring ants in my underwear. my muses with voices like sirens' and lips to sink submarines, figures formed with cotton filling.

i shall never let them go. xxx