tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61338871952303321192012-01-01T12:43:03.485-06:00Essays, poetry and prose?Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-28678397921174523962012-01-01T12:42:00.000-06:002012-01-01T12:43:03.494-06:00

I just want to love.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-66174828216081184082011-12-04T03:49:00.001-06:002011-12-04T04:11:43.904-06:00

I love him with as much of my soul and being as I could ever allow myself to love someone. He is tearing me apart. If you love me so unconditionally, why are there conditions? Why do you read something that "popped up in a tab" some blog that I have no clue about talking about my sexual history? I don't even know...

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-64048838565215847812011-02-20T16:26:00.002-06:002011-02-20T16:30:54.516-06:00

I will not allow other people to dictate my moods. I will not allow other people to control my thoughts.I will not allow other people to tell me my feelings.I will not allow... ...myself to fall in again.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-90745786146882684762011-01-24T22:07:00.002-06:002011-01-24T22:20:12.900-06:00

I'm getting really tired of feeling like everyone hates me. This is obviously a product of my overworking and under enjoying life at this exact moment. Perhaps things will be different in a week. As far as I'm concerned, that couldn't go any faster or slower right now. Seriously. I want to enjoy my time at home, but I'm so sick of being around so many people I don't like that I'm exhausted by my

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-64356800699614379212010-12-25T16:48:00.001-06:002010-12-25T16:49:22.867-06:00

Good afternoon! I only just now realized that it was close to five p.m. Although I'm not a believer in anything Christian, I do love Christmas, and the way it usually makes people feel so Merry Christmas.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-26474188811131977182010-11-01T21:08:00.001-05:002010-11-01T21:09:02.855-05:00

I'm starting to lose focus in my school work. Fuck.I need to keep going. I need to finish this semester well. DAMN IT.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-80267839955796044512010-10-23T21:18:00.001-05:002010-10-23T21:20:11.028-05:00

There's something inside of me that is telling me to be afraid. What am I afraid of? I'm completely and utterly terrified that I will move my whole life to be near you, and you will not want me around.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-2867573300787783002010-08-27T23:31:00.001-05:002010-08-27T23:32:23.420-05:00

I am going to be traveling to Greece in six months. I am the most excited person on the planet. Three months in a foreign land. Three months to see the places I dreamed of as a child. Three months in Greece.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-72819010548851996652010-08-12T21:00:00.003-05:002010-08-12T21:58:56.341-05:00

My mother and I have a long standing tradition of spending Saturdays in the early summer traveling our area searching for the best garage sale finds. She looks for practical, pretty, decorational things that she could possibly use around our home. New jewelry box, pillows for the swing in the back yard, knick knacks for the house. I look for the strange, obscure, interesting things that I find

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-88895372846370693172010-06-27T00:44:00.003-05:002010-06-27T00:52:43.233-05:00

It's beautiful when primal lust overcomes the ability to properly process thought and common sense.Blissfully, we give up humanity in a split second, becoming animals.Purpose direct: few inhibitions remain upon reaching the point of no return. Primitive. Dirty. Explosive. Unbelievable. Human Animal.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-64029734801394346202010-04-27T21:30:00.002-05:002010-04-27T21:35:51.342-05:00

I'm falling again. I know I don't love youI love what you were.That thing that you were is what I want right now.My head is spinning, vomit perhaps? That empty feeling is back.I wonder what life would be likeif people read my blog. The person I study with was writing on the sidewalkSomething about fetuses. It made me like him less.I am so god awfully sick of everything.I'd like to fall asleep in

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-86700195544388034872010-04-22T19:11:00.004-05:002010-04-22T19:25:25.408-05:00

I had an amazing dream last night.Preface:One of the people that I have the BIGGEST crush on in the world is my body modification artist, Eric Wolff. He's pretty much the most adorable person I've ever met. He's also in a relationship with one of the most breathtakingly beautiful women I've ever met. Her name is, ironically, Chelsea. They're the crazy mod couple in Kansas City. I love them both

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-46156700826440509542010-04-20T00:42:00.002-05:002010-04-20T00:48:39.940-05:00

Why am I so unbelievably good at procrastinating? School is out in two weeks, all of my assignments need to be handed in within the end of this week and I'm still just sitting here typing into this text formatting box.My heart aches for Colorado. I am having a hard time accepting that I am homesick for a place I have yet to call home. I'm ready for my life to change, my degree to be hidden safely

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-88594880486347103482010-02-25T23:38:00.003-06:002010-02-25T23:50:13.996-06:00

Why is it, as soon as I sit down in bed and get ready for sleep, I have to pee? I'm all kinds of emotions right now. I'm not sure why, I just am. I feel like blogging for hours but I don't know what to write.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-26250335271657290752009-11-08T18:34:00.002-06:002009-11-08T19:10:25.389-06:00

I'm tired of the passive aggressive disrespect associated with the business owning world. Suddenly I find myself losing all of my hours for no reason. Really? Did I do anything wrong? I'm at the point of jaded carelessness with this job and I've only worked here for a month?Dear America's Best Value Inn Owner and Employees,I'm not sure if you noticed, but I am not a learning disabled person. Nor

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-70758502470728104442009-11-04T01:06:00.001-06:002009-11-04T01:07:24.346-06:00

I've gone and done my blogging for the night on a different page.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-28508251112932387762009-10-22T23:54:00.002-05:002009-10-23T00:14:00.805-05:00

It's just about midnight and I should be going to bed soon. I put the kids down around nine and wrote my article for the UNEWS this week. I am not cut out to be a journalist. Good thing I'm an English Lit major. Babysitting these five little hooligans has made me think a bit about children. I enjoy being around them but they're so exhausting. My stance on children of my own: I would really like

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-64464564630038169972009-10-21T00:23:00.003-05:002009-10-21T00:31:57.863-05:00

I hope my father doesn't smell of Elderberries.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-20512951627302309142009-10-19T23:10:00.000-05:002009-10-19T23:11:12.403-05:00

I hate being me sometimes...really... I hate being a human capable of emotion.Fuck that.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-5714125569619238842009-10-15T22:16:00.003-05:002009-10-15T22:24:01.642-05:00

10: 16 pmIt's chilly in my room.Winter is setting in and I'm working my space heater to the max.My skin is dry and starting to itch, I hate low pressure.Most nights like this I wish that someone I love were here with me.To keep me warm.My roommate brags about how much sex she gets.I get nothing but jealousy.Every day I think about things, people, I shouldn't think about.I can't help it, I'm

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-39114550942491345122009-09-28T18:20:00.003-05:002009-09-28T22:47:12.374-05:00

I love that a few posts back I told this empty blog that I would be showing it some recipes and never did, and now, I'm getting paid to write recipes for the school newspaper: UNews. I've been working on trying to devolpe and incorporate my own recipes and modifications to recipes too.Homework is the devil. Especially when you've been slacking for five weeks and haven't actually done much of

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-47792896422280293112009-09-17T22:39:00.003-05:002009-09-28T22:47:37.243-05:00

why do boy poops smell so much worse than girl poops? I mean... they linger so much... ew.I need assistance not being a fucking spaz right now. Thieves... need more Thieves.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-20437652570416760222009-08-29T02:06:00.002-05:002009-08-29T02:13:51.860-05:00

I feel pure.Standing naked,my robe drops to the floorand I am enveloped in artificial air.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-22893128677463715342009-06-04T23:38:00.002-05:002009-06-05T00:47:08.779-05:00

Eleven thirty nine:The television is still on in our front room. My mother is sitting, legs crossed, fully awake, in the easy chair identical to my father's. The women on the television drone on in overexcited voices about some new wonder product and abusing the beautiful models by putting them in oversized clothing and hideous make-up. I've notice recently that the older my mother has gotten,

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-37459934200641475292009-05-15T13:28:00.004-05:002009-05-15T13:29:51.048-05:00

I should probably get in the shower. I am waiting for another day at work, wishing that I could escape for a while from my bonds of Hy-Vee and spend the night talking again. I have so much more to talk about, more to ask. I want to satisfy my intense hunger for information about his life and experiences, I want to know what makes him tick. I have had a miniscule taste of what he has to tell and

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-11853705980893549632009-05-07T21:43:00.003-05:002009-05-17T01:12:16.462-05:00

It's a new summer and I've come to terms with becoming an adult and knowing that I am going to be living on my own again soon, hopefully, so I'm going to start adventuring into a few cookbooks that I have. I need to start gathering my own recipes for when I live on my own, and I need to become more adequate with reducing amounts and just cooking in general.Rules for myself: Once a week, I will

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-83766311103281338282009-04-14T22:07:00.002-05:002009-04-14T22:12:41.937-05:00

My eye catches every stubby royal blue Civic, causing my heart to flutter. My mind blinks back to moments months ago. Those broken windows were so comedic. And tragic, a blatant violation into your private life.I always wanted to fuck in the shards of glass littering the back seat.Those long sporadic road trips across Southwestern Kansas, stretching out like limestone scars before us. A hidden

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-31650763496836568592009-03-13T22:07:00.003-05:002009-03-13T22:15:00.164-05:00

I had a dream last night. A really violent and sexy dream. No, really it was fucking violent.So I'm like Dog the Bounty Hunter, right, and I'm going to this house and as soon as I open the front door I start beating the shit out of the guy living there. Literally, I am hitting him with fists, pans, statues, fucking anything I can find that will destroy him. He's battered, and bloody and all of a

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-9486869037193545082009-03-05T12:28:00.003-06:002009-03-05T12:30:32.834-06:00

I am sitting on a monumenta wall dedicated to past peoplesdead names carved in stone.convienent resting placefor masses of waiting students.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-76865148710420236772009-02-23T00:05:00.002-06:002009-02-23T00:10:28.561-06:00

Although, I really did sleep all day anyways. I slept all day and didn't get anything i wanted to done. Oh poop... well... I can pop something out quickly tomorrow during break, hopefully.I absolutely hate when I just start getting settled in bed and I realize that I have to pee. FRUSTRATING.I absolutley love when someone suggests a song that makes them think of you, and when you listen to that

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-61403388344795831432009-02-15T21:55:00.004-06:002009-02-15T23:00:36.162-06:00

Golden warmth settles gently onto the top of your head, the peaks of your shoulders and the soft rise of the curves of your body. A quiet, serene crackling plays in the distance, a fire burning for light, for we make all the heat we need together. The large blanket, spread on the floor camp style, is a plush fleece but feels like sandpaper next to velvet skin. Two pillows and a top blanket

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-78207877461355491172009-01-10T18:55:00.004-06:002009-01-15T12:35:30.934-06:00

I have been gifted in my life by being surrounded by my wonderful family. Currently, the living situation in my house is a little hectic. When I moved back from Hays I was really worried that I would be constantly assaulted with the screams and insanity of living in a house with three children; ages: 15 months, 6 years, and 10 years. I've only been back for a few weeks but already I have realized

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-35043008004583319742009-01-07T23:09:00.001-06:002009-01-07T23:10:50.348-06:00

I still feel like I am going to vomit every time I talk to you.I cannot handle the fact that you are so happy, all along you never wanted me anyways.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-86696035190892605112008-12-29T01:41:00.002-06:002008-12-29T01:49:06.368-06:00

I am trying not to vomit.I'm not entirely sure what would come up. I feel as if there's nothing there to lose.Freedom, more than likely.I wish I could avoid being devastated like this and making such a sobbing fool of myself. There are so many things I want to tell you but none of them matter because you've already made up your mind. Well, I feel like you have. You're already gone. Hugging you

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-56483493621601050032008-12-13T21:23:00.000-06:002008-12-13T21:24:17.150-06:00

Sittin on a fence post, chewin my bubblegum.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-77327428776565897082008-12-05T00:51:00.000-06:002008-12-05T00:52:26.147-06:00

I am sitting outsidethe snow falling silentlysoftly lands on my dark blue jeans.My surface body temperaturecold enough for the minuteflakes to linger.Seconds later meltinginto tiny water-spots coveringmy body: 99.2 degrees.The quiet beauty of snowsilences the bustle of trailer-parkrepairs and renovations.I’ve fallen off the bandwagontoday, this cigarette ledme to the outside releasing meinto this

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-40859245464946420792008-12-01T21:40:00.003-06:002008-12-02T00:02:55.957-06:00

Right now I'm watching an interesting show on The Learning Channel called 17 Kids and Counting. A brief synopsis: Ultra Conservative Baptist family adhering to the Quiverfull ideology. (a few links here Duggar Family Creeps and Quiverfull Ideals) In my opinion, having a large family is fantastic, by "large family" I mean 4, 5, or 6. Enough children for a parent to manage while still keeping a

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-20292744965782581672008-11-29T16:39:00.002-06:002008-11-29T19:10:10.390-06:00

I'm completely grateful for the fact that I have a job. It took long enough to get after all and even now I'm having a hard time with money. The one thing I hate most about my current employment, I have to work with irritable people who have most likely been driving all day and really just want to sleep. However, more often than not, these same people expect the world to be handed to them on a

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-34571760500946428662008-11-25T02:02:00.000-06:002008-11-25T02:03:41.724-06:00

Perfectly manicured hands, shiny red lacquer.dainty arms, petite frame,cocktail dress, below the knee.Petticoat, thigh-high Cuban stockings snapped to garter.three-inch heels on patent leather pumps.A delicious sundae,topped with whipped ‘S’ wave curls.Picturesque strength and beauty.taxi wife to mother.Knuckles worn to bone,hands stiff with age,stomach plump from years of labor.Thick thighs

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-61601707599840128862008-11-25T02:01:00.000-06:002008-11-25T02:02:47.447-06:00

I have crossed paths with wormsafter summer rainstormssuddenly finding themselves strandedmid-exodus towards the distant oasiswhere cement meets sod.In these moments, I am God.The fury of my will leaves these wormsdehydration, taking it’s course.Due times creates crispy flesh.So many lost soulsjourney, from one world to the next.The first worm on the moon,the first human on the front lawn.In

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-33831037573265675652008-11-24T20:33:00.004-06:002008-11-24T20:48:11.305-06:00

And I wonderedIs anyone going to stop when I say when?I really have reached my ending point. Things have been going much too downhill for my tastes. School is out in three weeks and I've never felt like a bigger piece of shit. I absolutely despise phone companies. Or really I despise my own bad habits.The two girls in the vacintiy of my hearing are both talking on cell phones, while surfing on

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-43097069877003532362008-10-12T11:42:00.002-05:002008-10-12T12:12:42.448-05:00

I like remembering the insanity of my dreams. I've come to the conclusion that when I do dream, by dream I mean the ones I remember, I dream vividly. Of all the dreams I can remember from my life, there haven't been any that I can explain, or render logically into coherent words. They're all set in worlds far far away in a distant time and place and none of them have anything to do with Star Wars.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-70675992855832924272008-09-24T17:20:00.003-05:002008-09-24T17:27:13.482-05:00

Dreams that depict the contents of future novels blow my mind. Last night I had an epic dream about colored gorillas and Griffins. Huge Griffins. I don't know what to make of it, I should write it down but there is no reason, I'd rather remember it for a later date. Foreshadowing perhaps?I should be studying for the ever exciting "Sociology of Death and Dying" test on the morrow but I have no

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-86554360638782757642008-04-14T00:48:00.003-05:002008-09-24T17:16:59.338-05:00

Golden stuporsplendidly retardedretroactive activitieslightheaded blisscheeks flushed, fingers, toesloss of feelingfine motor skillslost in this bubbly concoctionhiccups, gigglestoo much, too littledancing, swaying. move.the music. the music.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-12971226511405061462008-04-14T00:46:00.002-05:002008-04-14T00:48:34.200-05:00

Pulsing, breathing, screaming throughmusic is too loudthese feelings are too strongcompulsive, desperatetime to move ontime to gohometoo much exposure,shaming, i do not want to rememberjust take another drinkI'll be gone soon.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-75614515677565232272008-04-14T00:44:00.002-05:002008-04-14T00:45:56.244-05:00

Sometimes, there's this feelingThat there's nothingout therenothing to becomejust zombiesMasses herding towards fresh brains.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-81263091179899874372008-04-14T00:36:00.002-05:002008-04-14T00:42:56.929-05:00

3-2-1 standby for tugbehind my navel, I've got this sicknessstomachs clenching, bile roaringprojectile, unkempt reeking of deathcrawl towards the door, escapebreathe the fresh air, suffocationclaustrophobia, kleptomania manic depressiveImpress upon me the will to livethe love to continue. Screaming for silencebuy the rights to life, to happiness, to freedomtake the world by storm, the

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-1728602767075826112008-04-11T02:42:00.003-05:002008-04-11T02:54:54.615-05:00

Fuckthis life isan abyssfull of pleasuresky rocketingthrough endlessamounts ofspaghetti

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-14689666770644702992008-04-11T02:31:00.002-05:002008-04-11T02:41:05.848-05:00

Save me from thisPitiful existence of manSorrowful faces shiningpores dripping with sweatSun setters roaming pathslong lost on roads decrepitwandering, weeping, longingtowards the fire

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-56585768847732320562008-04-11T02:27:00.001-05:002008-04-11T02:30:03.929-05:00

Vomiting, passion spreads across the floor consuming and controlling linoleum in its path.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-53888851561827280992008-04-11T02:22:00.003-05:002008-04-11T02:27:24.153-05:00

Retard, reckless abandonFuck this mental handicapfolding my brain into squares and trianglesbeating my skullrepeat, repeat, repeatorigami of the central nervous systemkill yourself, you'll get customer serviceforget what you knowforget to remember my nameinconsequential to this.

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-65726603887244511412008-04-11T02:16:00.003-05:002008-04-11T02:21:25.263-05:00

Flying through vacuum spaces.Empty, barren, disgustingstill born galaxies none to livenone to diedoomed to a lonely existenceentire wastelands at their disposaldrunken on desirelusting for exposurethe touch of virile handsthe taste of salty lifewasted on the tongues of whoresdeath of a thousand hungry souls.planets mourn

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-2793660333959520572008-04-11T02:12:00.002-05:002008-04-11T02:15:34.590-05:00

Searching for sattelitesconfirmed workingnon-conformist thinkingoverruled, overrideresent authorizationsresort to violenceget this fixed, nowpretend to eclipseall the other planets in orbit

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-22942592020575826912008-04-02T13:00:00.004-05:002008-04-11T02:53:09.733-05:00

These lines,to the middle of nowhereStir my soul into being,retrace my stepsthrough existenceto the end of our time.Forget who I wasWho I am or where I'll beForget that I ever came hereMy life is unimportantMy heart is freeForget all about me.This heartachean Earthquake.Sending ripples like messagesTo the depths of the earthIt's time now

Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600243085932769112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133887195230332119.post-23082380578592356622008-03-30T00:37:00.001-05:002008-03-30T00:39:15.908-05:00

These are the days to remember.

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Fuck you, destroying my soulhow am i supposed to knowwhat do you need? what is it you seek?leave me beDo want you want to me.you've already done what I can't remake.Take me. Be me. Feel me.I want you to fuck me.Like you mean itEven if you have to fake it.Scream it into the waterBubbles escaping from my lungsExpolde at the surfacerelease the tension.Escape. About fucking timeThis is spontaneous.

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