Sunday, January 22, 2012


My fellow precious souls, I wish you all the best.

Bitches, I hate people.

Like surffering through the internet, negotiating
through all of the faces that pass my way 
is an herific task.

They pull at my time, energy, and money, to
secure their dreams. Leaving me less of my
own resourses to secure my dreams.

Can I trust you?

Can I trust you not to hurt me?

Can I trust you to help me be me?

Can I trust you to know that I will help you
be you?

Can I trust that loving you won't make me
unlove me?

My fellow precious souls, I wish you all the best.
I wish you all your dreams.

I wish you stop taking me from my dreams.
Bitches, I hate people.


God, help me love people.
Help me love the other images/versions of

Every Face I see, holds it's own story.

Every heart I read, is it's own ocean.

How can I force my way, my dreams, my
immortality's ship upon others oceans?

How can I not?

In every mind, and every soul, there are corners
of empty space.

I will fill them all with MY glory,
I will bless all the...FACES.