there's a trend in this ( Read more... )

Hullo... its me ( Read more... )

I'm afraid I'll never get back there... not even for a bargain. It's terrifying to think how strong I've built these anchors. I'm not sure exactly what for... maybe a dream that I've been stirring up for the past 9 years that in all possibility may never be anything else. It's turned into this Bergeron effect perhaps, or maybe something even ( Read more... )

back. to. the. starting line.

it's 8 clock on a saturday and i'm refusing to go to sleep. Anyways, I got kicked out of the room because I had the light on, but what about being a positive influence. I'm trying to find something to do in a town that is not mine, so I soak up my surroundings in my new room. concentrated on glass bottles and corking devices, things that keep our ( Read more... )

I want you to look at me like I'm Christmas. I want to be happy in the wake of happiness, and I am not going to let a time change or a dark night sing me to sleep at 7:30. My work, my life, my productivity all see to suffer at the hand of winter, and it's not even thanksgiving yet. Put on the Sound Tribe and mutilate some lips, and we'll be back ( Read more... )

My car brakes sound like feedback from that hardcore show in 99 where we all wanted to be falling apart at the seams, and now we really are. But I'm loving the community this hardship brings.

i see the tip of an index finger shoved in the strangers face as people stand around and watch the showdown. It's a more than normal ocurrence, anyway, and I'm not quite sure that anything can be done to help it. Let him have his peace, the people say. Just let him get it out. As if making conversation about humiliation will be something more ( Read more... )

i dont think i'd ever be able to let any of this go because of a technicality. an honest and depressing mistake. and i think if took years i still wouldn't be able to stop. and today the interweb shook a leonard cohen poem right in my face. and i can say with confidence that i am content for now. Sometimes an objective reaction seems to tell me ( Read more... )

greasy hair...both of us culprits of stealing summer heat, trying to hoard it for the next rainy day. we have gone unshowered, maybe you longer, but its comforting to me to see those pieces of dirt, the hardened clay around your fingertips, making everything seem clearer ( Read more... )