Yesterday

¬† The next hit. The next drink. The next cigarette. The next high. These are the things we live for, and these are the things that destroy us. There are so many highs that it gets confusing when we are real. And the people we hold our lives up for. They still control us even…

dreams

sometimes i know i understand the little things I don’t take it personal I still dream at night. sometimes I let it all go or hold it away, for ransom the fee never turns out to be as costly as it seemed one day soon I’ll rescue it and hold it close to me sometimes…

MYSPACE: The Sociology Experiment from Hell

I’ve spent countless hours on Myspace, killing time and giving my ADD a free for all. It never gets old, does it? There’s always 10 different things going on at any given time; messages, comments comments comments, friends requests, bullentins, updates, new birthdays, new pictures, new songs… Myspace mixed the best of both worlds —…