eggs and toast for breakfast. spanish rice for lunch. hopefully dinner is something nice.

what does it feel like?

to feel nothing at all. 6 pounds heavier, falling faster to the bottom of my soul. too exhausted to work for the bottom so let me just fall.

twentynothings

Another tooth fell out from my mouth, just fell right to the floor leaving a gooey hole sized playground to keep my tongue active. Last week i lost a tooth and the week before that I said goodbye to another canine friend. My teeth fall deep and far inside my conscious while im cycling through REM, a trauma lacking physical evidence but a trauma none the less. I am screaming at myself, wake up and realize what youre missing! I always wake up and am reassured by smooth enamel, my heart stops and I breath, but than I remember my sub conscious is still missing a tooth, missing a something.

They say all you must do is say, say what you want, say what you need, say what you feel and say what you see. The more I say the more I feel like im spraying locusts and slow death out of a mouth that only intends to speak what I know. What I know never seems as harsh until I say, say, say it aloud and watch the earth sprawl.

oh g-d, where?

Here I am. Where are you? Should I open up first so you will feel more comfortable yourself?

Your silence is my answer. Okay, so here I am losing part of myself on a couch in a town that appreciates a room full of things upon things. Where did all the words go? Why do you forget about all of those words stored up so deep inside of you? Theyve been fermenting all these years, Im sure they are ready to be devoured, devoured by another soul that is trust worthy, wont judge you and will leave you with a hug that touches your toes.

Keeping my mouth shut and sealed is easy for me as long as I have you by my side. I can confide in you and hide in you, so far I can go inside you, be drenched by you, be consumed by your love. My mouth stays shut and my self locked up to everyone else but you?

Can I tell you my secrets and than whisper me your own? Maybe even shout them, secrets only know boundaries when they are whispered. The answer to this question is clearly a no. We cannot connect because I already have my gatekeeper whose ear stays close to my side.

What is truth if light is never breathed unto it?

look at this shit!

the more we question the existence we've been fooled into believing the sooner we can talk about the existence we were meant to live. free information has been, is and always will be the start and continuation of the revolution. my friend, ellis, found this website and I 100% back it. please read it, share it and talk about it. the revolution is not a lonely one.

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cant get high

Where did up go? Down is buried beneath books and tears the size of earth worms, please dont forget the endless words and prayers sprinkled on top. Dont confuse, sadness is miles away. Truth is whats near, stalking just as I've asked. Shit, I asked for it. No one to carry me through while I shut my eyes. I won't know with my skin over my vision. Jesus(?).

Truth is an asshole, rearing it's head, breaking the womb of disillusion and globalization im nestled in. This is nothing new, the worlds been at the same old tricks for centuries. Our bodies are just not use to a single word of truth, the smell of life, the blinding light of who we really are. Why we are. The world is laughing at us, same shit different century is what ze would say if ze could talk.