I have decided that the notion of soul-surfing is enough to make me earnest.

This might be the most something day of my life.

Some time ago I said that it is possible that love is a beast. It was a biased word. I have just thought, though, that a mind with sentience is in want of a direction for its potential that is not being used in self-preservation and possibly the fulfillment of other instincts. Either our parents remain our gods, or we need a replacement. And as ( Read more... )

It's not only now that I can look at the same things and believe that they are trapped in time, it's that the really new things have all the open mouths to fall into. There's no space between them. The push toward change is an anger. Something living is with me, that would look disgusting if it existed. I have to grab hold of it because that anger ( Read more... )

I'm going to lose my driver's license.

Snakes in our clothes, shifting the weight of excuses to act ( Read more... )

I go away now

I now see that I am afraid of making any decisions.

I am lost in the reasons for you ( Read more... )

I've stopped writing hearts.