No Yale for me. looking for other things.

older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die ( Read more... )

you need to finish your story. more at 11.

the orchestra should focus on atonal music. then they would already be spot on. sort of.

Walk the Line= good. i depart tomorrow for the palmetto state with which i have such a warped relationship. i will bring back with me a cold.

the macy's thanksgiving day parade gets worse every year. it's worse than the epoxies on a bad day. that's some serious schlock.

have you ever transcended space and time? clearly you ought to try sometime.

I'm sleeping with the dog. he sheds, but he's spoiled and demands to sleep in a bed. he's not my dog, except for when we both happen to be at my parents house. so pretty much whenever I'm in florida. i make it sound bad though. it's not, really. you wouldn't think 30 pounds of pug would be a cover hog, but yes, that is the case.

cloves in the cold, people spilling from the house, bursting on seams, the floor creaking and threatening to bear its load down to the basement. old faces, long since seen and fondly remembered all around. the stars so bright they burn in the black, the places still seen with eyes closed. the people make the place, if not, it would spit us all out ( Read more... )

the leaves cannot make up their minds.