I'm melancholy and procrastinatory, so here's another installment of the Maria verse that I started like last August. NC17, and stuff. So yeah.

( And suddenly it wasn't group sex anymore. )

( drive-by fiction: so i met this guy )

So, I put up some music for a friend of mine, but why not share it with you guys too? Today's theme is Minorities Up In Arms About Social Justice, and Sometimes About Sex. And I threw in some Mindless Self Indulgence, who are up in arms on general principle, 'cos I told my friend I would.

God bless the wonder that is YouSendIt. Amen.

( Ozomatli, Asian Dub Foundation, MIA, MSI. )

"Don't take this weirdly," I said, "but I think I love you the way some people love God ( Read more... )

Not quite a sequel to this, but takes place in the same universe. I'm not done with these people.

( ...a little more like honey in color and consistency... )

My fingers are tired of calling forth the sun ( Read more... )

It could be funny that I just spent the last few hours trying to write about how I'm a big Clydesdale horse. It's funny the way it was funny when he said to me as I lit a cigarette, "Don't smoke, it's bad for the baby ( Read more... )

It's been a while since these here parts saw a survey.

( Not anymore. )

I wrote something about these three young people at one of the young people's summer house on a fictional island down the Cape. I started writing the second part in econ class today because fuck you, econ. Not that this going to be a chronological series, really. I'll tinker around exploring these folks and life on the island, trying to ( Read more... )

When the world's all wrong, I want to turn it upside down. I want to make everything the opposite of what it is. A celebration of the negative space! A symphony composed entirely of the silences between melodies and harmonies, the pluses and minuses of an equation translated to music. The sound of unreal numbers, of asymptotes snaking around ( Read more... )