|Tuesday, August 8th, 2006|
um... my mom just disconnected my computer because she happened to walk in when porn happened to pop up.
and i laughed because i wasn't looking at it.
the only reason i didn't close was because this girl's ass hole was gffdsgdsg open BIG.
now she's calling me sick and saying i need help.
i'm kind of bummed.
|Thursday, August 3rd, 2006|
fucking foothill has no good art classes.
they have no studio art.
no art ap.
no advanced studies.
and since i skipped painting I to go to studio art, i can't even take painting II.
so now, i'm stuck with drawing II and painting I.
wow, this fucking sucks.
Welcome to the most boring year of my life.
I really think i'm going to hate this fucking school.
my eyes even got a little watery in the counselor's office.
hopefully this is some kind of hidden challenge.
|Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006|
|Friday, July 28th, 2006|
baby i can't log in to myspace.
but i'm going to bed now.
i love you.
i hope you're safe.
zev writes too much.
talking shit about a pretty sunset.
blanketing opinions that i'll probably regret soon.
|Wednesday, July 26th, 2006|
|Monday, July 24th, 2006|
by the time we get through.
the world will never ever be the same.
|Sunday, July 23rd, 2006|
every other time.
my alternating feet touch the ground.
i think deeply to myself.
and ask how?
every other day.
i wake up to my head harboring hell.
but somehow every week.
love makes me feel like i matter.
this time next year.
i don't know but i think i'll be glad.
|Saturday, July 22nd, 2006|
a pale face hangs over a dying leaf.
the sweet smell of nature's infinate cycle drifts about.
in and out.
a new escape plan, without a doubt.
a delicate rose is beautiful for what reason?
it's smooth appearance?
it's head/body contrast?
a decaying leaf is beautiful for what reason?
it's never stood out until now.
it never actually tried to fit in.
the dark lines in its cracks reflect wisdom.
life fades as dawn approaches.
the whole world should smile.
the entire planet is bathing in the sun.
|Tuesday, July 18th, 2006|
|and if i...
show you my darkside.
will you still hold me?
and if i...
open my heart to you.
show you my weak side.
what would you do?
would you sell your story to rolling stone?
would you take the children away?
and leave me alone?!
and smile in reassurance?
as you whisper down the phone?!
would you send me packing?
OR WOULD YOU TAKE ME HOME?!?!
|Monday, July 17th, 2006|
What songs do I have to sing right now?
I'm so far past anything comforting and/or soothing.
I just need my bebe... Bad.
I'm glad I feel this way, though.
Yeah I told my mom I loved you.
I told her not to tell me I couldn't love you.
|Sunday, July 16th, 2006|
so i've been painting on the backs of canvases because i'm all out until tomorrow.
i've been painting entirely too much lately.
i need a break.
but i don't want one.
i need a life.
but i can't reach it.
|what the fuck is this idiot's problem?
ZachBonair: Painting go good?
stefanoisaweiner: yes, actually.
ZachBonair: What are you up to now?
ZachBonair: anything cool?
stefanoisaweiner: thinking which painting to work on now.
ZachBonair: How many are there?
stefanoisaweiner: about 10.
ZachBonair: Maybe you should draw a number from a hat :-)
stefanoisaweiner: it's more important than that.
ZachBonair: What are you deciding on?
stefanoisaweiner: i don't know.
ZachBonair: I say...the third one you started
stefanoisaweiner: i say bye.
Auto response from stefanoisaweiner: dead.
Everyone's selling out and ditching their real friends.
|Saturday, July 15th, 2006|
|Bebe showed me a passage from an afi song, and I thought I'd fix it.
I laced my heart with yours throughout earth's ending.
Dust drifted in and out of our linked lips as your delicate fingers caressed my cephalic posterior.
I found meaning flowing through the straw fields and hidden deep under the rings of tall trees.
As you vanished i followed you into the most intricate patterns of snowflakes and leaves.
Beyond the city's lights breathed not a soul, yet screams from a river's bottom breached our blinded ears.
We ventured off and manifested the planet's moods as we observed oceans colliding with each delayed curve with an abandoned street.
I peered through a leper's eyes and turned to see inverted bodies burning.
The reigning sky burned its mark into the face of humanity.
We grafted glass to the heavens and watched society's last idolized stars disappear.
I requested you accompany me through a velocious downward flee.
The sign draped below your eyes told me to float freely.
The city's epidermus bore the desperate characters of the world's last known identities.
The sun vanished, and darkness presumed the throan of universal king.
Meanwhile, our bodies flew in infinate peace.
A message stressing salvation, lay about the humid breeze.
|Friday, July 14th, 2006|
My AC broke.
My fingers are dry.
My skin is itchy.
Tiger & The Duke completely annihilates Lover Lhe Lord Has Left Us.
I'ven't sat down to work on a poem in approximately two weeks.
I need a life.