poplar trees and storied office building facades line the edges of the 405, and blur as they recede into peripheral vision. it's drawn into the hills upon which rain has recently fallen and verdant armor grows. matte and dried blood marks the pavement, arcs lazily, deadly, to the retaining wall.

We struck a match that although bright
burned so fast we missed its light
For every day and night of our lives
I hold a place for you in mine

i am nothing but a stroke of rust on a crater's edge
and if i should become ash and cloud the oppressive suns
it should be to offset my original sin

The windswept ocean looked amazing today. It was halfway up the beach, and I found myself greedily trying to see it. I caught a glimpse stopped at the light. But while driving on PCH, it occurred to me how selfish that was, and I kept my eyes on the road.

the universe is awakening to its true universeness and forgetting us. lol.

I've heard it said that life, in the scientific sense, is the universe's consciousness of itself. If evolution has led to the egotism and entropy, division and destruction that is arguably increasing over time then what is the course of evolution ( Read more... )

Went to observe my lawyer's closing arguments in a police brutality case arising from a 2006 incident. The argument was so compelling and thought rich while at the same time flowing, conversational. It's an art form to hold a jury's attention, and to impart your facts, and to allow the room for the conclusions to happen. An effective communicator ( Read more... )

So there's like little frogs that ribbit all night out in the country near pastoral, common, and distant houses. There's a million of them and they take turns burping over each other. And it's so foolish, but I want to make a throaty creak along with them. Like, what am I doing? They're together, chanting is what I mean. What frog society am I ( Read more... )

I've been seeing more coincidences, or maybe getting more paranoid. I seem to be rewarded for every right choice I make, or I believe I do. Getting lucky with counting cops, like counting cards but about knowing when to speed. Trying to fit into all sorts of patterns ( Read more... )

I don't even know if I'm swimming or just struggling. I can't stop analyzing. I want to trace the roots of my lucky success, and I lose out on the moment. I'm not even selfish enough to be interesting. I always have this inadequacy in all but the most, to me, trivial things. What difference does it make if I can write a concise and convincing ( Read more... )