December 2008
year's end resolution. →
estoy demasiado enfermo. →
grumpy tummy.
mu shu was a bad choice.
quiet marred by melodic voices. →
my oh my. →
genes.
*attractive girl sporting a uci sweatshirt passes us at walmart*
mother: hey matthew, did you see that, that girl checked you out, like a laser, up and down.
me: uh huh, thanks ma.
father: yea, then she frowned afterwards.
me: .____.
me: hey! im half you *points to mother* and half you! *points to father.* what does that say about you two?!
shaking in my boots. →
worthy? →
“merry christmas tim.”
– monsieur meursault.
only one year older than last, i am.
groggily, i open fluttering eyes to a dark and cold room. my mother likes to close the blinds, i like them open - its a never ending battle between the forces of dark and light.
could-have-should-have-would-have; if.
it has never been in my power to make you, or even you feel that sensation of elation. and i suppose i can only blame myself and the way i treat the world respectively as opposed to...
for, ah, alternate benefit. →
“( 2:21:22 PM ): loser
( 2:21:25 PM ): merry christmas”
– life coach.
that which night presents.
night is when the monsters come out.
night is when the thinking comes out.
happy birthday jesus. →
me: maybe if someone blew up youd be more interested.
choo: tehhehe.
tiger tiger burning bright.
my eyes burn as 1 approaches.
my eyes inflame as 2 approaches.
by three, my eyes are dead and stagnant. pools of seemingly endless depth.
but if you look closely, they dont get you very far.
milk. →
its the thought that counts. →
dont touch the jellyfish. →
“tell me a story.”
– seven pounds.
image of the invisible. →
hysterectomy & appendectomy. →
dreaming. →
320. Take your own pictures at family events.
(via rulesformyunbornson)
reality's paradise. →
ambling. →
im sorry big boy. youre not my usual audience, but ill try to keep your mind off such morbid thoughts. im so sorry for your situation. no one expects to see themselves fresh into college experiencing such a travesty of a situation. its such a sorry excuse, i hope it all heals over soon. i havent the misfortune to comprehend how it feels. hows lunch? a movie? lets escape among saltiness,...
broken among shattered. →
where the wind deems fit.
quiet driving along empty streets, driving in deserted never before seen cities, cue, i want it all!
i just want to go go go go go go go. just get the weary faces of familiar friends, buckle up and drive.
please please please, offer me your whim in that you think this too?
a sleepover, or rather a night we all stay up together in the same room.
ive suddenly been struck with an insatiable...
deceive me not! →
“super-queef!”
– cubas and me.
like a photon.
can you feel it?
can you feel me looking?
“yeast organisms ate sugar and excreted alcohol. they killed themselves by...”
– vonnegut.
even strippers can tell. →
youre fucking smart. →
“goddamit spencer, you weak son of a bitch.”
– spencer.
vignette outside my window. →
ceviche. →
“WTFWTFWTFWTFWT IM GONNA OWN THIS SHIT, IM ALMOST RATE FCKIN LIMITED AGAIN”
– tim, my life coach.
shes got cancer. →
my oh my.
my mother, she has poor communicative skills.
and heres one to please the crows. →
enoch: well red bull isn't so bad
matt: i thought thats the one that gives you arrythmia.
enoch: no idea h aha
“nothing in this world worth having comes easy.”
– scrubs.
im so concrete. →
“i dunno matt i’m not used to dating a guy who isn’t that...”
– chibs.
parallel construction.
how ironic that my life, ends this autumn quarter with the largest obstacle. i speak of chemistry and how nothing ever made more sense than chemistry does to me now and how my scores still boggle me with their pathetically low percentages.
…
tonight i sleep on a bed imprinted with my identity, my skin cells, my hair, my sweat, and besides me lays a sterile bed. once imprinted with my...
HA! →
theres so much i want to get away from.