Palatka

The posing, the clothing add so much, you're the sassiest boy of the month. What was once exhilarating and charmingly self mocking is now the doubleday joke-of-the-week, because you're tired, jaded,...

At worst, your people are a deceitful, sterile, fearful, hateful, unfeeling lot with no consideration for others; scared of silence, loneliness and each other. They feel comfortable only in situations...

Return receipts and greeting cards, caring so little and trying too hard. Blood thickens and sickens and begins to constrict, it's threatening and deadening and cuts to the quick...let's not be...

Now I know where the squares all go, and I'm paying money to be involved. What makes me think I'll be absolved from the ranks of the assholes once I'm on the payroll? Maybe I should reconsider before...

They'll barely contain themselves when aisle after aisle of red, white and blue go on sale in discount bins, marked out of fashion.

Don't we thrive on absurdity, always looking for the new, the fucked-up? Whle on the other side of the TV screen we're choking on analog throw up. This lapse of "traditional" values is a...

The hoots, catcalls and capers never stop. Half terrifying and half welcomed; this place is a shelter sometimes, but never a foothold.

You are fucked. Now go play the part.

Is this friendship like a cocktail party at which we speak with no direction or end just to circumvent silence. That's what our words or is that why we're friends? I'd rather be an asshole than...

I didn't know that 22 and jaded could get "best dressed kid in our class". But now you're off the back of this corpse, it seems you're off fucking another. I'm so fucking sick it's not cool...