any way you know it

“I don’t wanna know, leave me in the dark
If I can’t hold it then I can’t tear it apart
And it seems if, everything I touch comes to pieces
I toast to another head rush for when hell freezes
Increase the dosage, take me there
Make me numb, I don’t wanna care
Turn your back, move towards the sunset
Forget about the past, the drama, the unrest
I resent what inspires me
The struggle between apathy and irony
Tryin’ to see, and it’s driving me to that place
Where every face gets erased
You don’t exist, it’s just me and this fist
That I use to beat and abuse my grin
If I was a little bit more intelligent
I would protect my skin from this wind”

I know slug is from Minnesota, not North Dakota… but it probably gets pretty cold there too.  When I walk to school tomorrow it will be -13 degrees, -29 with windchill.

I SHOOK HIS HAND ERMAGERD I LOVE SLUG AHHHH I need to go to bed.

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This weekend I almost died twice.  Spun out on black ice twice, crashed down into a ditch the second time….. I have no rear-view mirror and I am really scared to find out what it will cost me to to replace it.   A beautiful man came and helped us out of the ditch.  I may go all Cinderella and scour Fargo looking for him.  Well. maybe not.

The end of something I wrote:

you are standing there
eyes broadcasting enough
optimism to blind me
I cannot bear your eager
hopefulness
I cannot bear your shy
wide eyed
happiness
here is your fortune:
you will fall so hard that
you will not be able to get up
you will give everything
and be left with
nothing
greedily snatched at with
grasping hands
chewed up like cotton candy
thrown away like
broken mouse
ears

Attack life

it’s gonna kill you eventually anyways.

some piece o’ randomness for my poetry class. meh. not my favorite, but here, take and eat.  my mom asks, “is chaos a verb?” my dad says, “too much usage of the word ‘we'”    probably I should proofread it but scroooo it.  I don’t like it.  or maybe I do.  ;dkjdkakds;k withholding judgment for now, (you should consider doing the same)

there was a poem here

but I deleted it because it was terrible.  so there you are.

and chaos IS a verb.