Long Kiss Goodnight
Mood:  on fire
I had a dream last night. I dreamed about smoke filling the sky, and sirens blaring trough out the night. The air was thick, and burned at the skin. The way it smelled. The smell of men?s greed, and corporate consumption; backing for the almighty dollar? The dream of silver shoes and golden roads was gone. I found no money of any worth, no roads in gold with shining steps. Only blood seemed to flow through the tick of mans wallet; nothing less could satisfy. The screams got lauder each night. Neighbors, families; no one was safe. It came quickly and consumed the strong first. Follow or be removed, the disease acted much in the way of god. To exists without intent and kill indiscriminately. And I did not care; I paid no notice to any of the shambling world. I cared only for you.

To Lindsay

By Morgan A.

Mood:  on fire
?Self-improvement is masturbation?
(Fight Club)
Yes , yes it is.

I wish all men could find the Love I know now.

Don?t cry this night sweet child. Never again will we ask questions that are why? Why dose it hurt you so, deep in side. I can sleep and discover all the ways I know why. but something changing. you are better than all the rest.
We know nothing of pain now. You have no emptiness.

Bless it be, the children we, who fight with all are bravery.
Must someone always appose my happiness? Why can?t we be left alone? I feel an anger, deep within my mortal sole. I understand the conflicts with gender, age, and morality. I fear I might soon find hatred, hatred for the unjust accusations, hatred for the horrid stereotypes, produce by my fellow youth. Hatred for this Ignorant justification. I feel I must confront this, yet I know only misery would be the out come. I must not threaten all I?ve worked toward. Must not destroy what we have. What must I do?

Innocent?
I talked to my best friend tonight. He gave me a much deserved slap in the Face. I love Karl, all ways tells me what I can?t see for my self. He had some great advice. Now I just need to implement it. Be strong, take back the night.
Man the world would suck if not for great friends and a loving girlfriend.
I?m going to sleep well tonight.

I know the way I feel, and I can?t read minds.
I'll Continue to Burn

Cheap Trills
Well I had a long weekend went to a band concert, don?t remember much about it other than the Hot blond in my lap , next morning I got to Wash my car for the first time in probably 4 months. Later me an Lindsay went to #?s, (it sucked) not been back there in some time. They played some crappy music. But we still made the best of the night. ?wink? Next morning linds got hired, and later we went swimming at the pool. Rocking! things could only be better if I did not have to go to corpus. But made the best of the night with a six pack. got another 2 weeks off before classes start. So lots of time to kill.

At this point in my life I cant conceive of being any happier.
Why does that bothers me?

"morgan, your so jaded"

Fools of love.
A Longer test of my future fate. Need to keep sharp, need to stay awake, or time its self will deteriorate. Why can?t I jump the gun, lead the race, and set the pace. No aging I must wait for the marksmen?s hand. I hate such things of petty lust, I see no reason for a stiff resolve, other that to keep a since of respect. Damn all thing I was raised to know, Damn the women that challenge it so, Damn myself for not wanting to know. Well know more. I see no winners in this race, fuck the flag man, I can set a pace. I?ll ask but once, and take face to the fact, but loath my warnings, I speak only what I?ve seen before. Yet torn I am between to sea?s of lies. Lies of the heart? , Lies of the Mind? Who is stronger, who shall break. Damn my own thoughts, why must they make me sick.
To one it may al see easy, yet that?s only the moments view, I wish just to consider the longer view. Damn it all for things I want, damn it all for the responsibility. One must be wise, and that one must Choose. Yet both know nothing of the sort. She knows only of happiness, and story that have ended ever after. I know of many things that never ended in laughter.
Such Fools of love we are.

But much I choose now? Hell know. I must only enjoy my Heart, that is filled with bliss.