i wear your words around me and zip up your smile. the warmth i feel has no other bounds but distance, the distance from jacket to skin and nothing else. My life has become a ring of denials devouring my mind; i just want to give up and allow my skin to absorb the invisible jacket, but my being refuses it. my dellusional truth has been fogged by ( Read more... )

your lips curl like cinnamon sticks in the dark. the air fizzes with the hot moisture as it climbs the leafy gate. the glowing raindrops, like a drunken bartender, sway slowly in a known direction but an unknown path. they thickly glaze your tanned cheeks and steam down your chin. the air cautiously crawls through the half-painted gate and ( Read more... )

when i was little i used to play around with the Earth everyday i came back from school. i used to put my finger on the globe and spin it around as fast as i could while all land and water became equal under my touch. i used to suddenly and powerfully stop the Earth's orbit and play with its balance, only to find perfectly positive results. my ( Read more... )

FINE ( Read more... )

so i'm at the library, AGAIN, checking the myspace, since i've become officially addicted... help ( Read more... )

the ink scares me no longer, for i have found my magical paper. ink hurts no more for it merely engraves upon the paper with untouched servitude. the necklace of music glitters softly upon our necks in an ever-connecting promise. the music that we both heard at the same moment through a distance physically played with our eyes and swung on our ( Read more... )

"remember the first lab, the one you did before you were bitter?"

"Force has many connotations in the English language, like... they forced me to take physics and i'm a bio major" (that one hit close to home with almost everyone in the class)

"statistically, there are 1 out of 25 college students who are scumbags and will cheat on a takehome test, so i got sad and quit those... but you're all so honest--will the one scumbag raise their hand please?" -Ben Crowell, my physics teacher-

so i'm at college doing NOTHING on my 2 hour gap (that i thought was one hour but apparently monday is my long one...w/e). so i'm at the huge library but i got a lame computer that's not a flatscreen cuz everyone and his mother decided to come here today at this time exactly ( Read more... )

my frame of reference has no weight nor color, it shines mindlessly in no certain direction. how could it be labeled a frame of reference without framing its own frame of reference? the idea is anything but absurd, it is the language that complicates it so. if no ground existed upon which the frame of reference could settle, then the latter has ( Read more... )