

Where is my brainWhere is my brain? Not where I need it. When I want history notes, I get daydreams. When I want creativity, I get a blank sheet of paper. Why do I have so little control Over my own mind? I rebel against myself, Chase my thoughts in circles, Trying to herd them, But in the end they trap me In my own ideas And run away to join the circus.Where is my brain


A Slice Of Infinity I am tired. I am suffused with exhaustion, from the dry, split ends of my frazzled hair to the depleted marrow of my creaking bones. My brain lurches unsteadily through the cognitive process like a zombie or a drunk staggering along determinedly, prolonging the inevitable collapse. If I hold my breath, stilling the weary rasp of my lungs for a few moments, I can hear my neurons dying one by one. They fizzle and crackle, flaring up in a final effort to work, before shriveling up with a defeated hiss. Then I breathe again, and the ragged cacophony of squeaks and wheezes drowns out everything else save fA Slice Of Infinity


Lenticular Galaxies In My SoupI want to gather up the universe in my hands, Watch a few stars spill over into nothingness. I want to see it all jumbled together like junk you collect from behind the bureau, A worthless handful of constellations and planets, Asteroids leaving the grit of millenniums under my nails As I shake it all together, scramble the laws of physics, Shuffle the dark matter, crumble the galaxies. I want it all mixed evenly, an equilibrium of astronomical chaos. And then Maybe Ill squash it, that silly mess of debris, and Mold it like clay, press it flat, Mash it all together, kneadLenticular Galaxies In My Soup
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fromsomeonewholovesyou
isn't there a "doshish" of somekind at the end instead of "dotus"? .. oo .. XD
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fromsomeonewholovesyou
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fromsomeonewholovesyou
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And the lights turn them off my friend
And the ghosts..Well just let them in
Cause in the dark, It's easier... to see
Capturing time in a heartbeat [link]
um... dats Squishy
And I'm me and bored in the library in SB, which by the way, has three floors. Totally cool. And they has fishies. feeeeshies. fish fishfifhfighgdiuuhuid
um...... yes
the fish puppet lurves you.
SNARFG
that doesn't mean anything
love you
-Ari
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'The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday--but never jam to-day.'
There's nothing in the afterlife......
And I have to take the SAT tomorrow.
If you haven't discovered her yet, I think you would really like this artist. [link] She does dark, awsome photos of pretty women in crazy makeup.
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