20-11-2003
friends-only
                  because i don't like being found

(i left two entries public, just for your curiousness)

this city is a still life. all these people on their bicycles, they are too many, they can't be real. look how they ride, with no hands, without even looking, they just can't. and all the houses are beautiful, all of them arranged, and the ducks swim on the green waters of the canals, someone must have put them there. i see sheep from my window and ( Read more... )

when you get in the vip list, when you get all these free drinks, it all becomes a little blurry. we are getting all this exposure, i see them in the papers, in fashion magazine photoshoots, i saw them on tv today, we are famous on the internet. what if i got my pants on in front of wendy james the other day, what if a third of my friends are ( Read more... )

i was looking through the window and i saw the light on her kitchen turned on. we live so close to each other and we haven't met since new year's eve, when we just sat and talked and played the mixtapes i had made for her years ago.

if i die i want her to own my records.

what i liked was running through the airport alone, despite my being terrified, i felt free like i do only when i'm scared to death. what i liked was the excitement of taking off for the first time and the girl beside me ordering whiskey and carefully placing it into her bag, then falling asleep for the whole flight. what i liked was the man behind ( Read more... )

i wasn't paying attention to my greek theater teacher today, so i forced myself to write (do something productive for once!)LIGHTHOUSES ( Read more... )

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