Drive 'till you're sober. It's not a sun rise but you can feel it through the clouds. I'm sober now, it took most the day, but here I am, square one. Awake despite the numbers crunched.

So what do I say to the North West Romantic?

What can I say of the mossy megalopolis?

"Hang in there and, I'll see you sometime"

I'm tired of this, laying motionless, staring at the ceiling feeling all kinds of sorry.

I want something else, something better. However right now, I just want to cry.

I'd come home sober but it's too depressing. I couldn't begin to explain what my life has become. Flash freeze it, I’m grieving ( Read more... )

Man alive, man of war. Politics and antonyms, were it a horse, I'd have shot it by now ( Read more... )

If there were plausible options outside of life we might take them. We'd find loop holes in space-time and double back to the beginning. Do you remember what it was like? I'd prefer go back and botch the job so it never got so far as to fail. A quiet conversation standing in Seattle saying "I remember you, do you remember me?" I'd like to go back ( Read more... )

A year has past and what have I to show for myself?
I couldn't count if I had fingers.

What improvidence of providence.

What was it they relayed to you, all in hushed tones and microfilm?
What let you all by to bring in long laughs and jokes about the weather?

I've a chapter here worth cutting.

Wait no, I can't stall, I am not brave, this is all I can manage ( Read more... )

Maybe, we're burnt out faulty tungsten coils ( Read more... )

I can remember a time we lived in perfect bed side manner ( Read more... )

Life isn't always so bad; sometimes you can put a spin on it ( Read more... )