i’m sitting here in a dark room thinking of you. tonight i sliced open my arm, in my head its your fault. it throbs, i can still feel the metal burn against my skin. this is all i have left, it reassures me that i still have emotions, that i’m still human.
Tag: boots
I hope i don’t have to miss her.
It was crusty and warm. Comfortable and i didnt want to wake up. But i knew my day was full and so would be everyday that followed, just as all the ones before had been.
In an instant (True story)
Pinned to my wall, is a broken wrist watch. It stares at me everynight, as if it can peer straight into my being. Everytime I stare back, all I see is a moment… 5:22PM, October 20, 2000.
Licking the #$%$ from the bottom of your boots!
Have you or anyone else anyone you have known licked the bottom of a boot?I have never had the experience, I would love for you to give a breif description of how it felt on your tongue, what emotions were you going through at the time, and would you do it again?Thank You,THE ASS MESSIAH!
Whats in a category
Selecting the “topic” for which this article is to be posted under really made me cringe. I’m not sure why. Strike that. I know why. I hate categorising things, be it fashion, nationality or the types of tomatoes down at the local supermarket.