a nice day for airstrikes

the world is like a big joke that sometimes i get and is somedays way over my head...


today i don't get it and i don't want to go anywhere near it... i love the basement ahhhhhh

lampyridae

i was wondering about you

if you ever have those dreams

about people from the past

ones you never really paid much attention too or didn't pay much attention to you. extras in the day to day life that was. what might have been a brilliant friendship or even more. its like the bike you could have rode more or didn't take care of, or the pet you could have loved more. weird dreams, weird day... i still love it and you.

in the 3rd grade i discovered

the empty white house on the hill

back door wide open

pots and pans all over the kitchen

graffiti all over the walls

peeling wallpaper

glass crunching underneath my feet

i fell in love

i wanted to know everything about the place the people that lived there, who would just run off and leave a house with everything still in it and a car in the driveway. its like hey the noodles are on the stove - - - fuck it lets walk - - - -