22oz of pcp

The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity - and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into and ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.







I'm glad I can see the transparency in people. I'm glad I can detect liars and cheaters and selfish assholes, to put it plainly, for the most part. I've always been good at observing the actions of others in a critical yet not demanding way, and therefore I've always found that usually I'm already aware and expecting any confession of guilt or lie that people have thrown at me - however subconsciously I may have been aware of that very same folly. Friends will use you for the smallest matters and throw it back in your face as soon as you show any sign of uselessness. For instance, for the past 24 hours I've received many, many messages about tickets to a certain rare punk show tonight at a certain bar I work at - and when I reply that I can't do anything to help them out with their lack of organizing themselves to get themselves a ticket to a show that will obviously sell out - half of the responses I get back are just plain rude. It's not my fault, I do enough of that bullshit for so many of you. It's not that big of a deal but it's just such a perfect example on how fucking ludicrous people can be. I guess it just sheds some light on how harshly people use others - and how ungrateful they can really be. Sift through people that just aren't worth your time because apparently i'm not really worth yours. I like the genuine ones. Days like this... I have (NO) faith, in the human race.


IN OTHER NEWS, tonight after the buzzcocks is an 80s dance party. Apparently I have to dress "80s" ............................... good thing i own a wide variety of bodysuits and other slightly obnoxious articles of clothing.

I left early because I was too upset

so many customers that come into deville complain about the rain if it's raining or the snow if it's snowing or the unbearable heat when it actually looks like summer outside. are Brielle and I the only ones in this city that seem to not find the most insignificant of reasons to ruin our own day? Seems like we are sometimes. I like this rain I'd be okay with it staying for a while. Right now for the first time in a while I genuinely want to be alone. I want to go home alone and sleep alone and wake up all by myself and just not worry about anythig. More trouble then it's ever really worth. Yesterday i hid at my parents house all day - they're not even in the country but I went there anyway. Immersed myself into screen and pen and paper and Chinese take-out. Hmmm mmm. It's almost 2:30, i'm at work. After Im gunna have a beer with klay, go home and clean my apartment, go to my tattoo consult, maybe eat local with moner, then go to
republik to work. I don't know you but somehow I keep finding myself thinking about you. I guess I just instantly felt ok talking with you and I felt ok with you smiling back at me. I guess. Hummmm.

do old hb kids remember this shit? i miss you guys. i'm actually a nerd.

i used to REALLY love clothes.i still do, don't get me wrong... but the lack of money i can spend on that stuff is way more limited then it was a few years ago. ghudfghkfsd

these babes are mine

not like they used to

And I find myself indifferent towards your counselling and your suffering and even though my own incompetence sometimes masks the most honest of answers, these subconcious allies still find the time to plot distasterous woes that aim to strike down the rest of humanity. When jibberish moves mountains and lies become permanent you can finally settle down to rest. At last I can pour forgiveness into your open wounds and see the reflectionary turmoil amongst your bones. Britle as they may be they still bend but do not snap. You will bend but never snap. She told me she could see me for miles and days held up by the holiest of angels, yet my only reply was to strike her across her pale, pale face and smirk when she turned some dark blue eye up at me. I will never crave your revolution or your life or your sin. I will only sit here in darkness and will every host of passion to run and turn their backs on you.

Minus the bear AND Boris playing republik? Ohhhhh my fuck, yes.

WE MADE A PROMISE THAT WE'D STAY LIKE THIS forever

Holy eyes were watching us as we dug and dug and dug and all those flowers surrounding created shadows all around us. I remember not remembering what colour your eyes were just for a second and I wonder how many other things I forgot about you. Short lived and sweet is all I can ever really say anymore. Stretch up your arms and make an impression. I will search for you and destroy you when I find you, and I will find you. Ghostly imprints on my mind, all over my skin like traces of those who were never really there for you anyway. To start with. Or something. 'What'd you like most about this morning?' 'waking up and thinking I was alone then opening my eyes and seeing your lonely soul sleeping beside me.' ugh I'll put a few more words in your mouth when I'm ready but for now have that patience and virtue that all those masses taught us all so well. I'm kidding. Today I somehow reached a sort of solace with myself and that around me. Despite your need for attention I'll still sit quietly because that's how it is I just don't care. I'll worry about myself and love the people around me and be one with everything worth anything which I decide is important. There always are exceptions.