journal is officially closed

new one is somewhere.

obviously i'm hinting at it.

this journal is most definately getting closed. i dont want dylan to be able to read all the mean things i want to write about him & more importantly i dont want dylan exploiting my teenage sexual exploration in a sad attempt to blackmail me into removing posts that arent very nice.



& now i'm completely alone.

who am i going to call at 1 am & just talk to? thats right. no one.



i told you that i wasnt going to be happy one way or another. you should have just stayed in philly.

christ.

i know when you look at the photographs,
they don't do much for you.
i know you see the fires raging
baby, i see them too
and even though
you got your options all lined up in a row
there is something i want you to know.
i meant every word i said in new delhi.
every word.
every word.
every word.

i don't know where you're going,
and i don't want to know either.
i know you're heading north.
i know you've kept the keys in your pocket
breathe in, i see the moon shining down you
i know that you remember.
i can see it burning though.
in sanskrit, they got a word for it.
savasana.
savasana.
savasana.
savasana.

for some reason the wireless internet isnt working. that's retarded and queer.

so here i am counting down the minutes til i cant use this computer.

also retarded and queer.



mountain goats soon.

lifeshappy.