randomnized explainations;

A feeling that will wash away as soon as lids close, eyes shut and bodies fall.
The feeling of creating, or at least thinking of one ‘fawking’ kick ass story.
A forgotten thought.. idea really. Was hopin’ that i’d remember it in a few hours.
‘Cause Dreams be dreams.

It’ll be gone when I wake up, but yet its fading already.

A washable feeling; because dancing in the rain didn’t do it.

“Free falling into the unknown” is a played out phrase owned by god knows who- heard from a distant movie far off downstairs- beneath this room to the left, underneath the main room.

YIIKES. Three cans, and a rotting being.
Over ten bottles and a casket of biscuits.

promptly echoing in an un-echo-able cave

Got back from Wisconsin hours ago; spent my time watching GTO and falling for the main character. Fuck. I need to get out more.

more than ever, i think i need friends- ’stead of leaning to family. I want to push aside that fact and call it quits; i just want to be okay with being alone. But it kicks me in the ass, slaps me in the face, and punches me in the stomach.

Movin’ in soon, or something like that. It’s gunna feel like i’ll be at a sleepover that lasts for a year or so; i guess that’ll be my substitute for home. Can I handle it? I don’t know, honestly. Countless of times have I thought of if I could bear the fact that i won’t see my parents everyday, but it was my choice.

Or a chance; anothers’ work that followed tracks that lead to me.

Another blown up ‘thought’. One damn quick decision.

A rotted apple in the corner of the room. An unpausable scene someone thought was fun to repeat. A little mind game; an illusion. A goddamn illusion. A metaphorical situation.

A fool; you damn fool.

“falling” for the nonexistant, crying for the worthless, wishing for nonsense, and hoping for unecessary necessities.

Damn, don’t I wish I had a brother my age?

splatter on a plate.

a tatter fluttering battered butterfly resides in my stomach. My undershirt holey, nevertheless still wearable. A constant thought hovering in the back of my mind, moving to the front of my mind lingers. Fucking jerk. Words are splattered on the screen. Your mind unravels, leaving an unbearable mess.

You sick, sick child.

Hungry, and disgusted; Worried for nothing. Its simple, really. It got the best of you.

taking up a sidewalk line

The summer heat is getting to me and its not that I don’t enjoy- I do, I really do… its just I’m always reading in my room, paler than people of the outside. I’m a pasty Cambodian who finds comfort in wearing jeans and a shirt that gets smaller every year. I’m not comfortable with wearing short shorts. HAH!. Yeah imagine this one to deal with these self conscious revelations. I CAN’T HELP IT! I’m a teenager for god sakes, worrying about my fucking weight. I’m too lazy to put any effort into losing it, and I told myself that I’d lose it for a better reason.

So… sidewalk blogging brought me outside- good thing I had chalk (thanks dad!.) Don’t you dare fine my ass for doing the only thing i’m ok at. DON’T YOU DARE!. I only have writing, don’t you dare take that away from me. I still have writer’s block, but that doesn’t mean you can take away what I so very much take pride in. Ya damn dog.

The door shuts, and another door slightly opens. What kind of oppurtunity is that? The TV is still on and the streets mock me. I don’t have the guts to dance in the middle of the street in th rain. No, sir, NO. My minds unwrapping and I missed many oppurtunities. I left, and thats done with. You mind calling a cab? Let me find an adventure. Bore me to death, because I know its insanely impossible. Looks can deceiving, twat. Don’t praise me ’cause there ain’t nothin’ to praise.

PFFT, southeners these days. They’ll be the end of the end.

Profanity gets a person no where, so don’t be a DICK? Got it!. GOOD.