tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64921923864218142582011-07-08T05:29:56.404-07:00Honeysuckle Knuckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166236132325825714noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492192386421814258.post-91990574111569272222010-02-13T19:18:00.000-08:002010-02-13T19:25:02.201-08:00two years ago on Valentine's Day, I passively attempted suicide. I drank a handle of rotgut vodka after not eating for five days, lay down on the couch where I was living and waited. I was either going to live through the night or die. I didn't care either way. <div><br /></div><div>I was in a coma for 6 days, on life support. My parents were told to make funeral arrangements. </div><div><br /></div><div>After 17 days in ICU, I was released to a rehab clinic in the swamps of Florida. I did my 30 days, and went home to NJ.</div><div><br /></div><div>Two years later, I'm on full disability because of severe bipolar disease. I live off government checks and self-disgust. </div><div><br /></div><div>No one will ever love someone as fucked up as I am. It's impossible. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know this, and I wonder why I survived. Some days, like Valentine's Day, are worse than ever.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm alive, sober, and here. I'd just like to know why. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fuck Valentine's Day.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492192386421814258-9199057411156927222?l=honeysuckleknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Honeysuckle Knuckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166236132325825714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492192386421814258.post-85802063460641284722010-02-12T11:07:00.000-08:002010-02-12T11:08:19.896-08:00is honeysuckleknuckles@yahoo.com, use it early and often for SEKRIT STUFF<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492192386421814258-8580206346064128472?l=honeysuckleknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Honeysuckle Knuckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166236132325825714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492192386421814258.post-5388547648855962002010-02-12T10:53:00.001-08:002010-02-12T10:55:41.006-08:00I have this thing for writers, I guess. Anyway, he has a girlfriend, and he likes having cyber with me. That's pretty much the gist of it. Until he got scared or guilty or whatever and dropped me like the bad habit I was. And it makes me feel like shit, man. <div><br /></div><div>Why can't I just find someone, anyone out there who respects and actually LIKES ME who also has a dick and wants to have sex with me? IS THAT SO HARD?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492192386421814258-538854764885596200?l=honeysuckleknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Honeysuckle Knuckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166236132325825714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492192386421814258.post-21194952258536517982010-02-12T10:49:00.000-08:002010-02-12T10:51:54.980-08:00Do you???? Because there are so many who deserve it. Let us first talk about The Writer, who I tweeted about the other day. He basically said that I am too crazy to even consider dating, and I must wonder aloud why I wasn't too crazy to fuck, which he has done in the past. He's a douche and I want to stab him. <div><br /></div><div>But the pathetic thing, I mean, the really pathetic thing is that if he called me today and said he was wrong and that he wanted me? I'd be on the first train into NYC. I suck.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492192386421814258-2119495225853651798?l=honeysuckleknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Honeysuckle Knuckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166236132325825714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492192386421814258.post-82082279739401739682009-03-19T16:04:00.000-07:002009-03-19T16:06:34.167-07:00Welcome, boys and girls. This blog was created by HSK to be completely anonymous in the web, after learning the hard way about revealing too much in a blog. So now, with total anonymity, we are free to talk about sex, drugs and rock and roll, and all the things that your mama would blush if she read.<br /><br />Dig? Dig. Let the games begin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492192386421814258-8208227973940173968?l=honeysuckleknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Honeysuckle Knuckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166236132325825714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492192386421814258.post-6804207464557101482009-03-19T15:58:00.001-07:002009-03-19T15:58:59.923-07:00This is the blog of Honeysuckle Knuckles, who is a mysterious being somewhere in the blogosphere. You won't regret coming here, but you may regret that you waited so long.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492192386421814258-680420746455710148?l=honeysuckleknuckles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Honeysuckle Knuckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166236132325825714noreply@blogger.com0