Last night, while watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Bucky leans over to me and says "Johnny Depp looks just like you in that shot." For those of you who have seen the movie--which is terrible, and i certainly don't suggest you go--it's the scene where he's in the dentist's chair. I'm not sure whether or not to be offended. But people ( Read more... )

When it rains, it pours. Filling out forms, collating the anxieties lying beneathe the name, surname, destination--blanks. I like traveling in the rain, taking the bus to the other side of where you started from, and not really caring about anytihng but the friction of gravel and rubber hissing insults mediated by slippery roads. That, my friend ( Read more... )

returning like a wayward puppy, dragging tail and all. coughing up a dream of a dream (and so on and so forth), spitting out the quarters he ate because he wouldn't do it himself. I keep lists. This is important in determining what kind of person I am. (add emphasis to that, though I don't care on which syllables or words.) Sixteen hours later ( Read more... )

Dismal situation that, watching the child forsake eloquence. She briefly touches her tongue to the cold, ice-cream cold. Lick, flicker. We are gone back darkly into the moist places. (I once read on some dubious website that men generally cannot bear that word: moist.) I cannot hold hands anymore and keep my fingers from wanting more. If I ( Read more... )

I've never done that before.
It's like cutting of your fingers to spite your hands.

I've been feeling oh so terribly confessional these days. We're falling all over ourselves to question our resolve. Yes! Go on, boy. Catch me the Devil and his Mischief (Mistress?): I have a few questions to pose myself. The peanut butter sort stick to the roof of your mouth, but they have a friendly way of marching out eventually--marked by ( Read more... )

I remeber once we imagined getting old together, tired and brittle with all signs pointing to decay, and we laughed just a little too strongly against the concrete ceilings; we couldn't see. I looked again and you were aging rapidly, you told me things about your body, and I knew. In the spring her knees cracked and there was something to be ( Read more... )

Alright, you guys. I need not remind you that my birthday is fast approaching. If you'll kindly refer to my entry dated December 8, 2004, I think I will have made it clear (under no uncertain circumstances) what I would like. Alternatively: If twenty of my closest friends should choose to buy one volume each, the same goal could be achieved in ( Read more... )

Uh-oh. She succumbs to yet another meme. If you've accomplished one or more of these things, I'll take you out for a drink because I want to hear your stories. If you want to hear my stories, you owe me a drink. (Preferably between the dates of March 4 and March 15 when I will be on Spring Break and looking for mischief ( Read more... )

after a brief hiatus, je retourne ( Read more... )