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well, sometimes i feel well. sometimes i feel not so well. i like starting off a sentence with well, cause it feels good. you like to say, “well, it should be here soon. well, i guess i’ll get some pizza. well, i don’t know what to do.” you know what i’m saying? well well well. looky what we have here. that’s another good use. awesome. HE. well well. i’m out of time.

Posted By matt On 05.03.2009 @ 5:17 pm

tea for time is time for tea and i drink tea to drink what i believe is good time. the tea bubbles and sits in my mouth with a delicious taste of flavors and scents and images and ideas and sounds and a library open for interpretation.

Posted By matt On 04.30.2009 @ 11:23 pm

tea for time is time for tea and i drink tea to drink what i believe is good time. the tea bubbles and sits in my mouth with a delicious taste of flavors and scents and images and ideas and sounds and a library open for interpretation.

Posted By matt On 04.30.2009 @ 11:22 pm

shiney sometimes the shiney things in life are best because they know damn well that they are a lie and that they are willing to lie just to make me happy. i know they lie and that they cant be shiny all the time and that is what i like the realism in the understanding kinda like a one night stand. we both know it

Posted By matt On 04.28.2009 @ 9:15 pm

Dancing with red ribbons strangling the necks out from between head and shoulder. Drool dripping down the mouths of ruffled curtails and dresses. Erections protruding through slacks tightly bounded around pulsing heartbeats through hairy Euro-legs. How great it smells and how wonderful the picture. Men and women sharing sexual heat at a distance with gender specific ideas that are held common between the two. Maybe three. Maybe more. Spin. What the Fuck????

Posted By Matt On 04.28.2009 @ 8:11 am

waltzing is very confusing, why on earth was dancing created? it’s extremely pointless. to be honest though i sometimes wish i could dance. i took a dance class with my girlfriend one time. i failed misserably and got really frustrated. oh well, i gues that’s how the cookie crumbles!

Posted By matt On 04.27.2009 @ 8:24 pm

dancing is great! I wish I could dance. The three four subdivisions continue to bounce in my head and I try to move to the beat. However, I am clumsy and cannot dance. What a misfortune. Ah the ladies will never love me! Boo! Why me?

Posted By Matt On 04.27.2009 @ 6:02 pm

Do not go gentle into that good night he said to her as she lied ontop of the picknick table. He reached her hand up her skirt and molested her labia minora. Please dont stop there mark, it feels to good she proclaimed. Lets shit in eachothers mouths! two girls one

Posted By Matt On 04.27.2009 @ 1:44 am

my heart, my soul. i wish there were a reason i can’t hide from the reality that sits around me, the untying of life one stich at a time before me. i cannot stop it. i cannot keep it from loosening it’s grip before me. i watch my self waste away in it’s pending doom. I am not life. i am impending death.

Posted By matt On 04.24.2009 @ 7:33 pm

ink bled down the knee of my jeans. The VH with wings. AC/DC lightning bolt font. a rip and boredom. studyhall passes.

Posted By Matt On 05.16.2009 @ 7:02 pm

i like to pose.sometimes I pose like a cowboy. it’s sexy to put one leg up against a wall a light a cig. there is nothing sexier than smoking a cig. I wish that i could smoke cigs without chest congestion and emptying my wallet. fuck money. fuck health. fuck being guilty.

Posted By matt On 05.12.2009 @ 4:52 pm

The rain spattered edges – the sound of tin – the glass of red wine – my mind.

Posted By matt On 05.11.2009 @ 9:40 am

He tapped the throttle a bit to start the boat toward the channel. The sun was picking up against the islands to the east, No wind but current pushed the hull backwards. The small lap of wave and chine. A gull and a chime of halyard on the sailboats at rest.

Posted By Matt On 05.09.2009 @ 5:47 pm

If I were to deny that I am unhappy I would be lying, I do not quite know why but it seems to be a prevalent status that I cannot escape. It’s like drowning in a bath tub. I know that it is shallow and I can escape, I just cannot bring myself to do it.

Posted By Matt On 11.27.2008 @ 5:20 pm

deny? who is to deny anything? how would such a thing be possible, or ethical, in a world full of possibilities like this? deny nothing. accept everything. i can think of no other way to happiness.

Posted By matt On 11.27.2008 @ 12:59 pm

I cannot deny the world. One day I know I will see things as they are. My perfect blanketed shell will be ripped to shreds, and the cold hard light will leak in at last. There is no denying the truth, I cannot hide myself much longer.

Posted By Matt On 11.26.2008 @ 9:33 pm

I love to give. Giving is all I wish to do. I decided a long time ago that my happiness was not important, as long as I gave everything I could to make those I care about be happy. It is Christmas day right now and it is all about giving. I received a present even though I was adamant that I did not was anything. I only love to give.

Posted By Matt On 12.25.2008 @ 1:21 pm

It was the winter solstice. The sun began to rise and peek through the gap onto the stone where the child lay. Would it work? It had too, the child is too young. I would sacrifice myself to the winter sun if it would help. But it won’t.

Posted By matt On 12.21.2008 @ 5:14 pm

what belongs to me i do not know for sure. a friendship is the most important belonging to me. no materia item or anything else could replace that. my friends are in my heart. and i believe thats where they belong

Posted By matt On 12.14.2008 @ 3:14 pm

It’s something that you want, but know you probably can’t have, something that is out of your reach. You have goals or desires, but these are more intangible things, things you desire. “When You Wish Upon a Star…

Posted By Matt On 12.10.2008 @ 9:38 am

Desire for something that may or may not come true. You want it to, obviously.

Posted By matt On 12.09.2008 @ 4:18 pm

remeber the time you fell or the time you watch tv in the morning all the good time in the past man those were the the good old days it kinda funny to reminisce on those events as i watch the clouds rolling by and as the days slowly go by

Posted By matt On 02.01.2009 @ 6:49 pm

I remember on time me and my friends went skinny dipping at the beach in 30 degree weather. We jumped off of aa 20-foot pier into water that went up to our waists… fun, huh? (We had crazy sex later)

Posted By Matt On 02.01.2009 @ 5:48 pm

i remember your sweet scent. i remember the way you smiled at me. the way you looked at me. and also how you held my hand. i miss you.

Posted By matt On 02.01.2009 @ 8:19 am

The key in the door was silent. Nothing moved. My breath was slow, even for midnight, and I paused as I poised my wrist to turn. Would they hear me? I wondered. Would they hear the click, the snap of the door breaking free from the lock and opening? The sweat formed at the top of my skull and made its way towards my hands. Would the door even open?

Posted By Matt On 01.30.2009 @ 5:01 pm

to open the door you must have a key. a key to where? i dont know. it must be to somewhere. But lets get back to the lock. why is there a lock? what is the lock, locking or hiding for that matter. does locking mean hididng? i dont know. do you know?

Posted By matt On 01.29.2009 @ 9:31 pm

but respectully one cannot possibly put a lock on anything. Nothing can ever be locked off from everything. So, a lock, the attempt to prevent access to something, can only be temporary. If a lock if placed on something, clearly you’re doing it for a reason.

Posted By matt On 01.29.2009 @ 10:44 am

in the middle of the road stood a man wearing black. on his head sat a crow. from the crow a sound was mad which reminded the man of home.

Posted By matt On 01.27.2009 @ 8:57 am

I am in the middle of a car. It is really crowded in here. I can bearly brethe. I think I am going to sufficate in here.

Posted By Matt On 01.27.2009 @ 8:38 am

Well she called herself this. She walked around with it tattoed on her arm as if by placing it there it made it so. Not like any I had ever read about that’s for sure. I don’t recall seeing any sitting at the bar at 3am sucking back cocktails like they were soft drinks and learing at the face of every guy that walked by…

Posted By Matt On 01.24.2009 @ 10:39 pm