Monday, August 30, 2004

I hate you. Don't ever forget that. I hate you so much. I mean that. I hate you more than anyone else in the world. I don't ever want to hate anyone else more than I hate you. You're the only one for me to hate. If I could bash your face in and destroy you without being arrested--I would. I hate you and no one will ever hate you as much as I do.

There are strangers having conversations in my head. There is murder in my heart. His name is "Kill Me," and I'll be coming for him one day soon. Your aspirations are shit--give up now.

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Why do you want to spend time with me when your fantasies need tending? Why bother with me--I'm only human. I'm only a man that hates himself. You deserve it all. Step on my spine to get to it. I'm a fish--I won't feel a thing when you cripple me. The thing is . . . I've already been crippled. To not see that is to be blind or uncaring. Perhaps you never cared, but I hold no grudges--only a bomb in my heart.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Create what you cannot destroy with your love. She wants to drown you. She hates you for not being like them. She hates you for getting in her way. I'm tired of dreaming in pixels. Don't pretend to love me, put a slug through my head instead.

Carry me to my tomb. Bury me in paperwork. Where I can see hills. Give me back my potion. Don't heal my wounds--they make me stronger.

Sunday, August 22, 2004

I kissed her goodbye, handed her fritos to hide the alcohol on her breath and left my heart with her as I drove away. It was all self inflicted and I have never recovered.

Saturday, August 21, 2004

I hate you. I want to throw you into the sun and set the galaxy on fire. I hate you.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Still. You believe that you can numb the pain. The power. Broken.

He sees the wound--where his vanity collapsed.