I fell into your blue and saw an unmistakeable yes. You took my hand and put it into your heart. I walked with you into your bedroom, a knowing look and we, seperate ones, were now two. I felt the pulse of your beat as you pressed into my lips with strong and calming advance. Quickening, shaping, enticing, hurting, oh god it hurts so much because ( Read more... )

I want to lie in bed, drink coffee, smoke a cigarette and pretend to be a writer. I want to stare at my ceiling and think of lame emo things, moving slowly but surely to a bukowski mentality. I am the happiest I have ever been.

A man stands on a soapbox in the street screaming at the top of his lungs. Spittle forms at the corners of his mouth; his eyes are rolled back in his head. A small group of pseudo-anarcho onlookers point and stare, their lips parting in a way reminiscent of dying trout ( Read more... )

luverly fun stuff has been happening all summer. I moved into one of the black houses (Viva la Casa Pantano!) worked on the Disorientation Manual, connected with new and awesome friends, reconnected with still awesome friends, watched beloved people leave (and some return) into my life and took over (a hostile takeover, of course) coordinating ( Read more... )

What is it about this mad merry-go-round that keeps me coming back? I think that it's the thrill of the spin leading to the sickening sensation of fun, precluding the inevitable drop. I could've gotten off years ago, gods know I've run toward many an abyss, but something held me back. Perhaps I'll find it in the here and now ( Read more... )

PDX Ho!

Avast ye, mateys! Yours truly shall be attending the Portland Zine Symposium with awesome pirates and literary masters alike. In addition, a Sleater Kinney concert may be co-opted! Yarr!

--Captain Teufel

Fuck, I just got some really intense information. I'm not sure how to process it. But in essence, triangles have become really fucking strange quadrangles now, which is not exciting in the least ( Read more... )

AHHH, Homo A Gogo ( Read more... )

I found soul in the strings of a guitar. I hope it will last longer than normal ( Read more... )

Pride sucked ass. Apparently there were other things on Friday and Saturday, but I never saw them. Was there a place for the people of QPOC (incidentally popping up in news as a new and radical shift in whatever and whatever)? Was there a place for Inga? I bet my left kidney not (and understand, I'm confident in this bet, because if I lose, I ( Read more... )