It's far too nice a day to be inside but I'm sitting on the sofa right now anyway because I have to listen to these tunes and let it influence the way I write this. My passive aggressive, just beyond reality, I reach for you. Maria Columbia, whore of liberty; blind as always-- blonde in the field in the grass in shadows cast by the pines against ( Read more... )

Dreamt I had a few extra thousand dollars in my bank account, versus a scant few extra hundred. Everything was perfect in my dreams last night, and I woke up this morning and it's another beautiful day outside, and I have the day off, but I'm not sure what's perfect beyond that.

Polaroid film is coming back in about a month, and you can smell the ( Read more... )

I realized just how removed I've been from the political scene when I read this last night, and thought, well, holy fuck, I don't care as much as I should. At least not right now, I don't.

Call it disillusionment (fueled by what, exactly?). Or other distractions taking over my life in the past two weeks. I don't know. Maybe I'm just burnt out in ( Read more... )