Below are the most recent 6 friends' journal entries.

Sunday, December 27th, 2009
aseverednerve	4:53a	always the slow forcing of a lightbulb into the mouth cracks in leaded glass, a vein the slow meeting of teeth, its shadow in black (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 24th, 2009
aseverednerve	7:25a	two-one thousand three, four one soggy count them on your fingers. og ogggh of tar its coalescing the pin pricks dragging up the walls of the esophagus the dim sensation of legs tugging the stomach lining a man coughing clots in the kitchen with the butcher the tangle of legs, a ball of filamentary fiber dislodged a rough cough, black mud chunks of kinky spun silk, someone "i think i see some blood in there" somewhere a rough cough of sharp bits of glass or clam shell and now hes slowly applying pressure with an awl to the tough pink fissures in the flesh of a shellfish, puncturing slowly the flesh of rudimentary organs, pressing that sharp tool through the lens pineal and turning it hooking it slightly against the shell, search deeper and deeper through the tissues with needles for the cracked remnants of a sooty black pearl the chunks of black gold, the inward curling of a dry and segmented preceding a soft gurgle a sick reaction from its primitive nervous system the one is silver and the other is gold one is something different, a thick cream effluvium from a simple fatty swelling of the brain, the painless bite of a brown recluse, the other a tender and yellow cushion blushing the reddening plush pillow of meat nothing left but the suffering animal but become nauseous, he held his guts, in the face of this fauna being one very, very different (Comment on this)
aseverednerve	12:06a	one is silver and the others gold (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009
aseverednerve	4:25a	nothing in the way now, its okay its okay the burn conspired the blistering. a shudder, a mass the vast expanse of black cloak opening on a laugh, a mask a black mass hidden its something a shudder, black and its eggs quivering im licking my hands a grand failure again helped grown wide open and watching it and watching it and looking at it we watched it inhale, a raw pink breath expanding under a mile of sweaty cellophane sickly shifting lucky liquor soft and succor all hail, a slow gray opening (Comment on this)
aseverednerve	3:42a	truncated at once a phenom then fades for awhile that and is gone. painted it ash and gone downtown, going there, gone a belly turning up, a fish gasping, wanting to sink the tide rolling in and out, a sick motion cyclical rubbing scales off on the beach, a circle, oh the mouth grappling with the words, several words those and others and also oh, stiff brandy syrup, larks coughed down, painted over in blacks and whites all the people reaching in their pockets, a foot and a half of snow a pocking of salts sucking water, rubbed as through the thick skin membrane a sad satellite shrunken out of its orbit salt, salt the white lady, her mouth shrill, a glossed petroleum outward a brag of beef hung on the shrug of hooks from the ceiling clung, descended a little thin slits down to the marrow and salt clung, a cold draft from a closed door caged that which is, was and that which is gone and clung, clung soft finger-tipped and up all night blackened, fed it all the days light fed it all the nights greasy glow fed vast downward amounts sucking dry all my brown heart, all black and starting i took a drug, it folded me over on myself and sutured clean and black shone the end result, a splint applied prior a broken bone a folding over all that fine white chalk and foam down a drain, a drone a burn a false facade the long, slow fracturing of iron a manufactured hurt, gone and dreaming its way into a furnace familiar, dreaming its way into an urn, the lurch of burnt metal and usually what happens is i get drunk and i listen to old black blues, some drums a driver a drum muffled by a thousand pounds of thick white curd, the guts rumbling and coughed shut, whistling the pines where the sun dont ever shine a mess a thousand years ago a thousand years ago and the stomach still pumping sugar the unfeeling pump of shit, plump and black, i took a drug and was no one, nowhere, shrugging slaughter, shrugging that monster sucking glut glutton gutter gout gangrene and finally ash, the lake a black gulf groaning against the beach grown still and flat, all the first and last forever a soft suffocation, the throat slowly shutting. (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 19th, 2009
1800ghostdance	11:20a	i really need stop acting like a stupid piece of shit (1 Comment |Comment on this)