Monday, December 29, 2008


Strange visions of leaving a voicemail.
Im driving around.
Getting hit by a car.
The sound of it all left on your phone.

Thats all she ever wrote.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

More Money More Problems

I think Im making poor decisions. I guess I'll do this one run through and see what happens...

Saturday, December 27, 2008


When words were first exchanged.

Today almost twenty. Words still exchange. It feels good.

Tomorrow almost sixty. Words still exchange. I hope this happens.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Cheer Up Laddy!

Goes to show you sometimes they look, listen, and read. Maybe you still care? Seems a little so. :]

PS. Last time you said you were a Medium. Sorry! I'll get it right next time.
PPS. Thanks for making today undescribable. I wanted nothing but what happened today.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

I Can't Stop

I stopped in the middle of the road as I drive back. I passed your house already. A beatiful song comes on that reminds me of you. I look, it's entitled The Summer.

I cry. I cry. I cried the hardest I've ever cried. I wish you held me like you always did. You liked it. I did too.

My eyes become blurred from the tears. The music in the background, as loud as you are.

Playing Sorry! with you. You cheat, but I don't care because I care too much about you. I still win, yet I don't care knowing that in the next few minutes I'll be next to you. Holding you. I miss

I miss your voice. That adorable smile. Just everything.

I need to write a letter, but you won't read it. I wrote one before. I got a response though, but I feel I won't get one this time. Im scared of no response.

Why can't you say something to me. Please.

I...I don't know what to do. I've done everything.

I miss you. I'll do anything for you. Seriously.

Monday, December 22, 2008

This Ones For You.

I just need a sign. Something. Please listen. Hey! Listen!

Listen to Balmorhea. I think you will ejoy it as much as I do,

The Opera House

I visited today. I smiled but you didn't see. And as I left I was too shy to look at anyone even myself.

I doubt any of this will even matter. Im getting to caught up in this, but Im sure you are having a ball reading all these.

Saturday, December 20, 2008


What I would do to see that smile, just inches away from my face.

What I would fucking do...
What I would fucking do...
What I would fucking do...

Friday, December 19, 2008


Snow such a beautiful thing. Yet destroys such beautiful plans of resurrection. Crap. Now I just need to wait even longer and we shall see what happens.

If all doesn't happen. All I wish for is to make them food. And if that can't even happen. One last hug before I disappear.

Bomb Has Been Planted!

Went christmas shopping for them. Now Just need to go for my family....

What do you get for people you barely know? Crap.

Thursday, December 18, 2008


Its funny how everything seemed perfect two months ago. And now it's a trainwreck. This happens every year. Fuck me.

Tiffany Lamp (Third Wise Man?)

I look and my mind can't sit still. It wonders, but then comes back to something I thought I had let go for a while now. Well apparently I haven't. Damnit. I thought I could get this out of my mind, out of my life, and its stuck within me. I think it it became a part of me? Am I crazy for saying that? What difference does it make, I really don't care at this point, I just want to know one thing. I'll ask when the time is right for that I suppose. Friday.

It has been nailed, sealed and made sure to never be removed for it would take something away. I'm becoming more unstable I think in reality. I've been sick now for maybe a few solid weeks. Is my body unsure of what to do? How to take care of itself? I need to eat. Why is this rant changing to a different subject?

I need to make sure that gold is delivered. Funny. Gold the last of the three, the most saught after? Well don't you worry. It will make a FUCKING entrance. I will make sure this one won't get thrown out, won't get respected by them. You will fucking cry when you see this, I will make damn sure of it. You will fucking see. I fucking...swear.

I don't know what I will do with myself if it isn't accepted. What would happen to it? Would it just be thrown out? No. It couldn't be. It would such a shame on their own part. Look at me. Look at them. Look at her. Look at me again. Now look at him. Look at his shoes. Look at my shoes. Look at your own shoes. Look at me. Look at me in the eyes. Look at me again. Look deep inside me. Whats there?

Vancancy. And it used to be filled with a powerful energy givin off by a special mind. A crazy crazy mind which I can never get enough of for some reason.

Yup. You got me. I know that You will read this and make fun of me, laugh at how stupid I am, laugh at a lot of things I suppose. But frankly I just don't care. I have my mind I guess.

I am A Tiffany Lamp.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

One More Left

One more final left, then rage winter.

Shit I can't remember what I was going to write. There was a reason...

Oh yeah.

That fifth grade crush keeps coming back to haunt me. Was it maybe because I watched a romantic comedy--Zack and Miri Make a Porno; (wait what!?) and made me witness some enjoyable moments I even had? What is going on! And now it's accessible to me as well makes me wonder if things have changed? I shouldn't jinx it, I have a feeling I will. Crap. Drap. Rap. Now tap it.

I need to write some more. I need to write some more. I need to write some more, but I feel as if there is nothing to write about? I've tried to do some writing but it just hasn't felt right.

I wrote a song with my friend. Its beautiful. It sounds exactly what beauty would sound like if it were personable. Sadly though it isn't, and therefor can not be fully understood unless listened too. It feels nice to record something, and see as it grows bit by bit slowly over time. Its very rewarding. I hope to make more. When its fully complete I will share it with the no ones who read this, I suppose I do know who reads it but I really don't.

What if this post was tagged with random shit? Maybe I'll experiment, but then again at the same time I feel it will ruin the vibe of this bloog. I think if I were to tag, I will need to experiment where its much more applicable. Though I like the idea of this being some sort of secret "gem" on the internet I suppose. Makes it seem that it is more enjoyable to read and write for this...thing. Call it what you want. I don't even know why I really ahve this anymore? What if I did stop writting? Would it bum people out, make them happy, confused, concerned? Why am I even worring about that? It's the internet no one cares about anyone on the internet. Fact.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008


So you got married for real apparently. Don't really know what that means. He seemed like a tool if you ask me, but I didn't say anything. Your room looked different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it was different. Don't do it permanently, I think you will regret it.

Think of all rosebuds.

I wonder If Im still in the Sims? or if you killed me off.

Fuck Me.

It's what is going to be written on the brim of my Papa Gino's hat. It looks classier.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Menos El Oso

It reminded me of all the good times. Tell me to sing one more time. It was soothing to hear your voice in my ears as well. Just don't spread the rumors of an unwritten law baring sea pharaoh.

Monday, December 8, 2008


For people who I thought would enjoy art, well apparently they don't like it. Strange. Strange. Strange.

Morbid? Tough

This is a bit strange of me thinking, asking, visioning? Sure why not. But I've always asked myself this and it is directed towards you. You have asked me the same thing, and I responded truthfully, and I still hold true to what I have told you.

I would cry and I would visit you everyday, or at least I would do my fucking best to.

I ask myself all the time if you would do the same if I died.

West Coast Red?

Streaks of red are coming from the West. Nothing to be taken seriously for it is only a metaphor of past repercussions.

Frank Weaver the truth out of thread. I hold by this statement until time ends.
Now justify what is real and what is not. Tell me that you need to express and I will open. Let's mix minds, mix bodies, mix life. Let's see the the aftermath of all of it. Let's do it.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

I Do Understand

Oh by the way I do know what you mean now. And I will agree with you on it. And I will remember. And I will miss.

Automated Voice Message

I saw your number on redial last night. I thought about calling, but I remembered it wouldn't make a difference. I still wanted to call. Maybe I'll do it another time. I don't mind you yelling at me. It's comforting. I miss it.

I hope you enjoy them. Also expect something big.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Prince Albert

Lost his cellular device. Now he is unable to call his bitches, and ask them what they may think of his oddly peirced....limb.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Two Wise Men

A wise man, unrelated to the previous post, who I've known since day one, has earned his respect. I don't know as to why it has taken so long. Perhaps it was a glowing snow caps on top of the mountains. Whatever the reasoning may be, well Im happy.

The second wise man, Melchior, brought frankincense today. It will be left out in the cold. It will be read to him, the frankincense. Only a wise man would be able to reach deep within the hollow mind.

The wise man has earned the respect within himself to call himself a wise man. I will show you this.

Monday, December 1, 2008

One Wise Man

Today there was only one wise man. He traveled bearing gifts for the lost ones. It will continue, for there must be three wise men. Together, it will work. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.