earth in the future is overcrowded with garbage, so they begin to eject it into space. it collects in orbit, and forms a moon. we're talking waaay in the future here; like, 1000 years at LEAST. anywho, some rats get thrown out with the garbage and thanks to (science i haven't worked out yet but won't be accurate anyway), the rats survive on the ( Read more... )

i will write garbage moon.

i suspect that this internal dialogue is an accident; a misfire of synapses and bang! a shot heard around the world as the worst possible thing that could happen to the earth happens; a beast become sentient. funny, in a sad way, how we assumed the promotion with no consideration of the burden; we didn't have the faculties then, and we refuse to ( Read more... )

every trip to brooklyn is different. sometimes i'm catsitting at teresa's house. sometimes i'm working at the cafe and switching between couches in ditmas park. sometimes i'm in williamsburg on doug's couch with tasha, watching angel and taking hot baths. this time though, i've spent the whole week at kriss'. due to both my budget and the climate ( Read more... )

i realized that i hadn't unloaded my purse after 2 months away from home, so here's a list of everything in my purse ( Read more... )

what happens if i discover that i suck? i could soul search for years but if something is genuinely wrong with me, what do i do then? i know what i want to do if my core is good, but i'm actually the awful person i suspect that i am...what if i am innately lazy? none of my dreams are possible if i'll always be as slothful as i've been in the past. ( Read more... )

this is my second childhood. i left brooklyn and moved in with my father, and have spent my time either glued to the laptop, playing facebook games and watching netflix, or on the road with some group, or wandering around brooklyn. this is a wonderful and necessary time. growing up...was awful. but this go 'round i feel truly free. like my ideal ( Read more... )

more often than not, when i look back on adventures i have, i focus on the negative. moments in which i embarrassed myself, or was rude, or too drunk...i forget the happiness inherent in adventure. of course i don't forget it completely, being drawn back again and again to the road in spite of my failures, so i suppose there is some hope for me. ( Read more... )

i have no purpose. i had always thought of freedom as a happy thing until i considered my uselessness. there's a freedom, sure, a release of responsibility and a lack of perimeter, but why bother being without a sense of direction in which to be? if i am, in fact, at all, which is debateable as far as i'm concerned, that may be all well and fine ( Read more... )

"i dunno. i'll know when i'm done saying it. something pissed me off...and i just...unattainable, that's it. you listen to me. i've been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. i've seen things you couldn't imagine and done things i'd prefer you didn't. i don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. i follow my blood, ( Read more... )