me, sleeplessness, bizarre latenight visits, a wornout pavement album, and finding comfort in this odd place.

"I saw the teeming sea; I saw daybreak and nightfall; I saw the multitudes of America; I saw a silvery cobweb in the center of a black pyramid; I saw a splintered labyrinth (it was London); I saw, close up, unending eyes watching themselves in me as in a mirror; I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me; I saw in a backyard of ( Read more... )

nostalgia will kill me, eventually... & my supposedlyharmless dabbling in voyeurism will leave me gushingallabout, frustration frothing and a bit choked up with jealousy. & if that doesnt do it, it will be these thick layers in a slow inward fold until the knees lock & the body's a crumpled ball, a slowmoving verb, stock-still ( Read more... )

pneumonia + sinus infection + ear infection. i hope it ends soon.

anyone in gainesville ... come see chelsea & i play friday night at the civic media center, around nine pm.

i'm not really done with this ( Read more... )

i decided that im done with this, you fucking voyeurs.

i've uneasily settled after some murky dishwater days. i'm a weathered cynic already. i've read rimbaud and you just dont give in at seventeen. i'm looking for simplicity, in a packed valise & empty closet kind of way. ive seen the horizon, stripped, and stretched out before me, only to know that it'll eventually wrap around me.

i'm not looking for states of equilibrium. im letting go of all the inequalities before im left scrubbing the sky in some bout of absurdity. for now id like to listen and maybe you'll jump to fill the spaces. or maybe there's nothing to be filled and we'll find some clarity and understanding when were floating in this loss of sound & control. i don ( Read more... )

sometimes it just comes rushing in. a tide of sadness, senseless, obliterating everything. and ive begun to wonder how the hell i got here...where we've all begun to fit a uniform ugliness, with appropriate emotions plastered on our flushed faces (darkpink blush on our cheeks---giving us the appearance there was once movement in our pulses) and ( Read more... )

i fell asleep with the lights on, fully clothed and woke up to the glow of a sixty watt bulb. i'm stuck in yesterday's clothes...thin t-shirt pressed against skin and a wrinkled skirt. this room smells of things musky & warm...soft, diffused sunlight trickles in the window. sorrow is too stupid (or simply ridiculous in the way that im always ( Read more... )