Use Ink Pen; Write Clearly

Summery days. Finals over. Craving books for pleasure and time to write.

Tue, 15 May 2012 03:03:17 -0700

Summery days. Finals over. Craving books for pleasure and time to write.

volcano cyclones swishers zig zags marleys CHECK. now it’s time to load le bong.

Thu, 05 Jan 2012 00:10:38 -0800

volcano

cyclones

swishers

zig zags

marleys

CHECK.

now it’s time to load le bong.

i should be used to this feeling. this feeling of absolute emptiness. i should be accustomed to...

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 13:40:58 -0800

i should be used to this feeling. this feeling of absolute emptiness.

i should be accustomed to being left behind, as another female clouds the vision of the individuals i refuse to name.

i should be prepared to be alone.

i should have run away screaming, as my intuition told me.

i should not accept my heart being stomped upon as my hand is slapped.

this punishment, this fruitless endeavor, is pointless.

i, of all people, should be used to lacking emotion.

Randoms.

Mon, 12 Dec 2011 15:45:30 -0800

Kinsey: ask and you shall receive (referring to cheese)

Robbie: that’s a big proposal

Maggie: can’t be that big… because it’s you

Robbie: meaning it’s easy, kind of like you

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Teresa and I: “he doesn’t look a thing like he-sus”

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Kinsey: “I knew if I made a move it would happen, I felt it”

Kinsey da meninski White

Kins: I’m just too fat it pops out…. I don’t even know what I’m riding right now

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Hannnah: he’s in Vegas; California….Vegas is in california, right?

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Mick: I haven’t had friends for 2 months. You know I’ve picked up a lot of hobbies. Like wittling. I also make a lot of music. I’m part of the meet squad. My second album is coming out soon, its called “the butchershop cuts”, no pun intended

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Guy in safeway: what are you going to, the mac and chees festival? Biggie smalls, huh…. What’s his middle name – medium?

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Stupidly transmitted sexual diseases

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My little pony live action later – rise of buttercup sprinkles

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About my car: Teresa: its not a beetle or a bug, Kinsey: its not a beagle or a bud

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Stockbroker

What is it

Strobe likrr

Whoopsssss

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Bronco no shower, bronco build stairs.

Sitting bull, beyonce, pootard funsucker, chuck Norris

the moment in which i personally decide to uptake blogging once again…. i think it has finally...

Sat, 10 Dec 2011 16:39:04 -0800

the moment in which i personally decide to uptake blogging once again…. i think it has finally reached me. rereading past work, reliving said pain, releasing the past. it feels absolutely amazing, but terrifying at the same time. my name is kinsey. i am 19 days away from being 19 years old. i do not believe in education, most political theory, or organ transplantation. i started anew merely three months ago, but feel so completely whole it is shocking. an upturn was necessary, and now everything makes me content.

i’m picking up an ink pen, in an attempt to write clearly.

all i do is sleep or should i say, fall into a depressive state

Tue, 04 Oct 2011 10:37:35 -0700

all i do is sleep

or should i say, fall into a depressive state

insomnia

Wed, 24 Aug 2011 05:35:00 -0700

i can’t sleep because i’m moving away today.

i’m so fucking lost i thought it was something about a disclaimer, but its possible something...

Fri, 19 Aug 2011 01:09:02 -0700

i’m so fucking lost

i thought it was something about a disclaimer, but its possible something about danger

and something about how different people came to pronounce different words

phrases, syllables and whatever lies between

i wish i could recall my stream of thoughts backdated three minutes; but i fail to do so

staring into shagged carpet, eye roving for the daily docket

a fucking rhyme

i’m done

to think where i am...

Wed, 17 Aug 2011 02:21:00 -0700

and to think i said…

no tattoo, no alcohol, no piercings, no outlandishness, no weed, no betrayal, no gauges

how’s that working out?

washed clean since dusk, their bodies contort into angelic magnets their muted mouths take pride in...

Fri, 12 Aug 2011 01:20:37 -0700

washed clean since dusk, their bodies contort into angelic magnets

their muted mouths take pride in silence, discovered not too long ago

the sun breaks over the western hill and tumbles immediately towards the east

she thrusts her head under water, dirtied by his internal riot

“take heed Tobias”

tell-tale signs of death on my doorstep, camouflaged as a patient child

blanketed in thick darkness, lifted its gruesome face, rejected abnormalities

“if you hear them whispering later” … shoot them quiet glances with unfurled ears

bumbling and struggling through days end, they have come thus far

and now the two follow Ray’s lead and throw themselves into the war-torn winds

wrapped up in a mangy blanket, they seal their addiction as one

“dear God, someone save these children.”

taking to the streets on this baby? feelin’ fly.

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 20:43:00 -0700

taking to the streets on this baby? feelin’ fly.

the cough has warned me… it’s time to cool it

Fri, 05 Aug 2011 01:28:24 -0700

the cough has warned me…

it’s time to cool it

brain firing on all synapses, fucking great times

Wed, 03 Aug 2011 01:05:00 -0700

fired in both senses of the world heat nips upon their heels impatiently together they tear through...

Tue, 02 Aug 2011 00:42:09 -0700

fired in both senses of the world heat nips upon their heels impatiently

together they tear through underbrush, crash across highways, and flail themselves into the police woman’s path

sober living - day four: he’s tumbling and trying to grab what’s closest to him in the darkness; hand resting upon an upturned crevice

flying once again as one, over the tree tops, landing softly next to a 2 pound, 2 ounce being. they lock eyes, they gasp as it grabs at their fingers

she wants her first choice, but child has taken root between the two

turning back to nothingness, to the abyss of religion and the depth of existence, neither will ever be able to decipher their past actions

under the influence - day one hundred and four: they’re desire transforms into lust-filled rage, sickeningly sweet with shed blood

the baby, is no more

the drug, forever galore

focus on the pain; the only thing that's real

Sat, 30 Jul 2011 20:05:48 -0700

love this

Wed, 29 Jun 2011 00:40:07 -0700

love this

flying so high i can’t feel the fact that i’m trying to pierce myself… with...

Fri, 24 Jun 2011 22:22:03 -0700

flying so high i can’t feel the fact that i’m trying to pierce myself…

with uncleanly needles and splayed veins

You were a short-lived phase I am an enternity You are a wind in the willows and I am forever

Mon, 13 Jun 2011 00:35:21 -0700

You were a short-lived phase

I am an enternity

You are a wind in the willows

and

I am forever

If only, if only… she could transport back to these days

Tue, 31 May 2011 00:02:00 -0700

If only, if only… she could transport back to these days

beads falling down, interlacing bones, melting into depressions so tight marsh green, goldenrod...

Thu, 26 May 2011 23:56:43 -0700

beads falling down, interlacing bones, melting into depressions so tight

marsh green, goldenrod yellow, volitale purple and tarnished white

they’re furling souls and turning them inside out, towards the motion of flight

inside this constructed home they rest so pale and trite

they found themselves searching amongst nature and landing along the brights

if they told him her musings, their thoughts or their sleights

he’d flee and look back, a shrouded figure blocking his sight

it’s forboading and eroding into a dense pile of spite

now its transforming and engorging into feeling alright