Saturday, December 24, 2005

Deeper

Merry Christmas.

This isn't working. I'll have to reach deeper.

*Iz

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Dangerous Thoughts

I must hurt myself for what I did was neither right nor pretty.

*Iz

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Missing You

I'm going to miss you.

We built a whole world together. I have to try really hard to remember my days without you. But holding on wouldn't be fair... Not for you, not for me. Maybe I'm being selfish, but you know I'm hurting too.

Damn. I miss you already.

*Iz

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Bad News

"There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything
And the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news..."

- in Portions for Foxes, by Rilo Kiley

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Putrid Corpse

I can't feel anymore.

Insensitive. Heartless. Cold. Freezing.

Dead. I can smell the putrefaction.

*Iz