my new username is : paramourr

sorry, i'm not paying 15 dollars to take care of this in a more efficient manner. do what you need to do though.

ben, can you ask your sister to ask milan's sister where she gets zither lessons from?

or can someone ask dan to ask milan?

oogie boogie boogie

his back towards her
limbs, with his head in his hands
the slow tenor that

slump into my bag
and inquire for some middle
ground but ideally

don't think about much
of anything anymore
vague recollections

red and rough and i
lost the directions you gave
me i tried to go

stalling and blocking
the road hello hi sorry
i'm the one playing dead

there are a lot of things to be sad about. concrete things: broken keyboards, leaves and twigs all over the ground, papercuts, stale mornings, stagnant evenings. cars, television sets, people. and then there are the things you've created and stored in your mind. chopped up flashbacks of cold hands and blank parted mouths. theoretical situations-- ( Read more... )

the movement and placement of all things in circles and squares, respectively. the image of a woman perched upon a windowsill still runs true. ((i'm still waiting), just whispering through the silk screen, to a different view.) stiff, smooth photographs.

judgment and the calling forth of such. pointed poignant points and then-- the spitter splatter [anticlimax] of projection.

I’m thinking about splattered guts and blood everywhere. Staring down at the soiled undershirts and you just want so badly to gnaw on that bloodied finger ( Read more... )

trouble. i have trouble with discerning between the words tiny and teeny. even as i type this, i mix the two up. direction. roaming the town at night, by way of foot, moaning and searching for home. reading textbooks. reading biographies. old letters. stale screened conversations. lentil limbs piled on top one another, papers sprawled on the floor ( Read more... )