i vague my problems ( Read more... )

in a city, every night is a full moon ( Read more... )

a pigeon. an awning, night of occurences ( Read more... )

The sun is merely a bleach stain on the grey sky. I'm standing in a vacuum of a new suburban complex. There is a blue and yellow plastic playground that looks exactly like others I have seen. I wonder about this uniform design. Many children in different parks, sliding down identical shafts in unison; one and a half turns. The play apparatus is ( Read more... )

I'm going to be crashing in on the shores of Thornhill on Thursday. If you're gonna be there anytime from Thursday until Sunday, let me know. (If you're in Toronto, we can still meet)

So I've got these characters living in my head ( Read more... )

silly bassist was doing cartwheels across the stage ( Read more... )

Impulses march to the beat in my veins ( Read more... )

I throw words on the page like a game of dice ( Read more... )

we cannot return to the garden of eden because we continually bite at the tree of knowledge. we have built gated institutions of nothing but apple trees. so delicious in the moment, but there is no one around anymore to warn us against the dangers. this was the first lesson god gave to us. appreciate the simpler things, the beautiful paradise i ( Read more... )