Sunday, October 18, 2009

Arts and Crafts!

It happens eventually.
Even if you stuff your pockets with tape and staples.
Everybody wants something from you.
And you can't put the pieces back together, no matter how scrapbook-savvy you are.

You mix a drug cocktail and fall asleep.
One day you wont wake up.
And they'll find you, with your pockets stuffed full of tape and staples. Nothing else.
Because everybody has already stripped you of everything.


Sunday, October 11, 2009

Is a suicide letter really any different to a love note?

Sunday, October 4, 2009


I would do anything for you and I would do anything with you.
We are perfect for each other. Thankyou for reminding me.