sometimes i can smell beer. well, i should be more direct here. i mean to say, at times when i am at work, or right now, before class, no where near any beer at all, i can smell it. i can almost taste it. cool and crisp. i don't actually drink much beer though. what is not much? i probably only average 2 beers a month. maybe 3. it is more likely i ( Read more... )

at times it seems to become clear to me that you will never be more than a figment of my imagination. a woman, close to being real but still solidly locked away in fantasy, in dream, in desire. i want to sing oasis songs and smoke cigarettes, drink whiskey, dance in rain, pick wild flowers and place them on your pillow while you are away and tease ( Read more... )

And if I am wasting my time,
Then nothing could be better
Than hanging on the line
Waiting for an honest word forever...when was the last time we spoke? so long ago now, so long ago ( Read more... )

The House of Asterion

by Jorge Luis Borges

And the queen gave birth to a child who was called Asterion.

Apollodorus: Bilbliotheca, III, II know they accuse me of arrogance, and perhaps of misanthropy, and perhaps of madness. Such accusations (for which I shall extract punishment in due time) are derisory. It is true that I never leave my house ( Read more... )

i have a myspace account. some of you know this. some do not. some have known that i have used Picasso's "The Old Guitarist" as my picture. i have changed. but anyway...

some of you may have seen deadlytongue leave comments here over the past few YEARS.

she sent me an email...some guy named...deadlytoque is out there and check out his picture ( Read more... )

i watched Rome - the hbo series last night.
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i just happened to have just read a book on Augustus (the man who was known as Octavian). the book (click here to go to the book at amazon.com) was pretty good but ultimately i did not find Augustus as interesting as Julius.
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in the past year or so i've read these books on Julius...
Caesar: A ( Read more... )

what is this in my head? an image of a train coming around the bend. snow in the trees. the sting of winter on my skin. my breath hanging in front of me ( Read more... )

i don't post for like fucking ages and then 10 minutes later i have to hold back the urge to delete the whole fucking post.

it seems so trite. fucking crap. i have this feeling that it is better to say nothing than it is to say something completely stupid.

but i'll leave it. a sign. a marker. the depths to which i have fallen.

my head still

my life has taken a sad turn in recent times. maybe for the last year or maybe more. i no longer suffer missing you. i no longer wonder where you are. it isn't that i've been happily seeing some girl and all is well. no. this is not the case. strangely i am more alone now than i've ever been and yet, i am too tired to really care about it. i work. ( Read more... )

so anyway, i'm off looking for links to some crap to send to somebody - you know, the past glories, the short stories, the published shit - and what do i find?

www.DiceyBrown.com has been shut down, closed up, gone. what the fuck? great. fucking great. i had some a couple things i liked published there. not to mention the only photographs i've ( Read more... )