Monday, December 26, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011

Aside from the carnal pleasure, the after-sex convo is the best. Sharing dreams and sweaty air is just so... soothing. I mean, really... As an otherwise emotionless twit, I can pour my heart out after sex.
The only problem I have is after the sweat clears, the cover is thrown off the bed, and his arm unwrapped from my body, I realized that I am again left with only my thoughts to comfort me.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Deseos.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
teaser.
YallknowIthinkmymusictasteisalittlemoreexpansivethantheaveragehooker, so I think it's time for more... get excited. So recently, I've been on this whole beach boys/acid/hippie/80's synth/chillout kick, and I've found some kick ass [did I just say kick ass?] bands and soliloquies that fall into such a category. If you have the time, diligence, and lack of a social life such as I, go look them up! N O T I C E, no links. This is just a *ahem* quickie until I get the energy to post links to some even cooler malarkey.
Triptides --think Beach Boys and hallucinogens. Go pop a pill and relax.

Mathemagic --more beachy shit, this time with angelic vocals.


Suck My Cockiness...

It's been awhile, and to recant what I've done in the past 3mos, here goes another pointless list:
-G R A D U A T E D coo coo ka choo ooo.
-let go of the one person that probably could've anchored my life because it would've ended in countless tears and two heartbreaks
-realized that I fucked up the one thing I could've had from the jump
and...
-became aware that not only am I fundamentally unprepared for the future, I have become a Grade A nutjob... and it feels effing amazing, so suck on that.
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