I wonder about how different it is, this year compared to last.

June against Webster, in the battle; regardless of the winner, it feels like I’m still stuck in this caste.

The scenery changed and I lost a few friends,

But I guess the local motto is true; they are all anchor end.

Wrapped up in their own shit, becoming too self-righteous for their own good,

I’m glad that I stayed out of it, much like T said I should.

Late nights don’t feel different, but they don’t feel the same.

I never knew that emptiness was filled with so many dimensions,

And now that the seventh circle is upon me, it’s like I ended up right where I left.

it’s like whatever i am told isn’t really the truth, in the sense that the truth has meaning. and if meaning is based on corrupt facts and illogical arguments that are submissive to the cultural context we are currently in, while we avoid all of our biased predisposed notions about gender and sexuality, not to mention the blasphemous continuation of history though a Eurocentric male perspective, then the truth is not the truth. the truth is a lie. now to determine why the truth is a lie… well, that’s a whole new story.

DL: she said what?

HP: what she said….

dl: is it really?

hp: it is really…

dl: it’s wonderful that this is being written just as we’re saying these lines

hp: these lines are wonderful. it’s being written just as we’re saying that

dl: i know now

hp: now i know

dl: is this a play on words?

hp: this is a play on words

dl: but aren’t all plays made of words?

hp: all plays aren’t made of words…but…


dl: what have you been up to these past two nights?

hp: you have two knights…

dl: end

hp: scene

there’s something in the city streets that is calling me to my feet at this late hour in this city, it’s how it’s always been. this pavement is destined to devourer us all or so it seems this city is killing all of my dreams as soon as they come to mind, my favorite landmarks meet their new designs. places i called home are suddenly redefined.
redefined. so, this is how it is? the places we once knew as kids, are new and now known by these? maybe it’s just me and my lack of sleep….but this doesn’t make any sense any more. fucking up twice a year for every year it’s been around. i feel like i finally know how to bring these streets alive

i never realized til this year that the whole fucking world doesn’t want you to win. it just wants you to stay in the same shit that you’ve been in your entire life and buy into everything they tell you to feel. so, i sat alone on new year’s eve.
the cats are showing my sheets more action then they’ve seen in the last six months.
that kid downstairs is up here again. i don’t mind, t seems to like him. his sister was up here before, while he was gone. too bad i don’t know either of their names… two months later, i still don’t

the last _____ _ ___ was of myself _______ at my computer. ____ ____ in the room, ___ tilted my head back and ______ __. well, you kind of missed, ___ __’_ alright. I picked you up ___ spun ___ ______ and proceeded to ____ you, intensely. and then __ ____ back onto ___ ___… still _______. and then i woke up.

fill in your own dream

i can’t write, so why do i try?
i can’t clear my mind
does it need to be “clear”? to have a progressive thought?

what is “progress” then?
we’re all moving ahead,
but seems like we aren’t moving at all.
no change, only displacement

i can’t argue over how a “better” future would be achieved,
a different definition for each, you and me.
you’re an “individual” in a world that was build for more then one.
…everything else is personality..

stop fighting in the dining room

drmllln,
thwvrthngyvrgvmntthcn

not sorry,
<3