I'm closing this.  Not in the technical-official sense of collapsing it in upon itself like a dream or reality or some Schrodigious nonsense, just not going to post anymore.  Its long, slow death has been dragged out and I guess now is as good a time as any to nail in the last bullet, an exclamation point to all that has happened.  I miss this ( Read more... )

Did I tell you I got a part in a movie?
No, missed it.  Is it any good?
Probably not.  You should come see it anyway.  Might learn a thing or two.
I'll bring some friends.
Do that.  They're a good lot; you should be thankful for them.
Every day.
Things like that keep you out of here.
This is no lie.

-Who's the director?
-Some hack who reads the Bible too ( Read more... )

People can define eras of your life, periods of time in which they existed as a part of your everyday, and then the long-since when they serve only as bookmarks, relegated to human notes in the vast journals of days.

I wonder how many others are followed by the act of existential expulsion?  How many people actively think, "I choose to exist sans ( Read more... )

Turner:

Nothing but the hurt left here.
Nothing but bullets and pain
and the bled out slumping
and all the fucks and goddamns
and Jesus Christs of the wounded.
Nothing left here but the hurt.

Eliot:

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, 
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, 
Though I have ( Read more... )

My happiness has been in sharp decline since this year began.

Despite my best efforts I can't help but keep falling through holes in the floor.  Eventually I'll have to stand up without using my busted arm.

I'm good with dialogue, apparently.  Let's see how much further this will get me.

-Waiting for Hypotheticals.

I waited two months for those kisses like Thunderbolts

and oh my sweet, Sweet devastation.

Blast my lands and bring down the sky.

-When I see fit to grab the clouds and drag them down in my arms

Because I just hate February so fucking much.  It's finally goddamn March.

I hate you too, Ares, but at least I know what makes you die.

-I don't even say anything anymore.

Today is 01/11/10 ( Read more... )

My name begins with a vow(el).

After visiting my dad in the hospital following his hip surgery, I went and picked up my shirt from Buckle, as they were repairing a rather large gash that it shipped with. Looks excellent. I only got to wear it once, Thanksgiving night when Josh and I went to go see Ninja Assassin. Sometime during the last week, I was leaving class and ( Read more... )