metacara

i want to use this anger for love, use it as a force to throw me into the arms of someone else. 

won a scholarship 

got a roommate 

saw B  

talked to T at the art show 

hung out with M 

phoned H 

sat on my deck 

drank coffee 

I’m ringing out the water

sweat, and blood

out from my skin It pours

 all that is left is pure

Recycled. Done.

and laid out to dry

in the sparkling Spring sun 

yeats

YOUTH AND AGE

MUCH did I rage when young,
Being by the world oppressed,
But now with flattering tongue
It speeds the parting guest.

bliss endeavor

you are like nothing before 

nothing after 

nothing less

and nothing more 

i saw my brother dave tonight. i hadn’t seen him for over three years. i sang really well at my last jazz concert. I’m pretty drunk right now. this night… 

fuck you. good luck when the harsh fist of reality punches you in the face.

i want to start a nude blog

i’ve been taking my meds at night rather than in the morning- it’s official im nocturnal.