e un blog despre moarte..oarecum..

"Universal Sorrow and the Dignity of Words"
Their journals as cathartic modes


cu asta incep
nu stiu cum termin
si nici ce pun in mijloc
but it's all good

i'm not here..sfidez paranoia

a-z

a. art
b. books, black
c. cats
d. Dexter
e. electricity
f. fingers
g. grunge
h. hospital(ity)
i. indie
j. jokes
k. Keats, Kurt
l. literature
m. museums, music, movies
n. numbness
o. oranges
p. psychoanalysis
q. quality
r. rainbows
s. spinach, Sylvia
t. trees, Toni Morrison
u. university
v. vampires, vanilla
w. wound
x. xanax (well..not really..)
y. you (whoever you are)
z. zen
gata!

or her..

da!

when I grow up
I want to be just like her

my fake plastic love

does she taste like the real thing?

My Brother..Tom

' I wanted him to be my friend..but He became Me..and I became Him'
Thoreau would have been proud
And I've just found my F-A-V-O-R-I-T-E