"my fingers rattle the keys.
the war has never ended.
I like this fight.

and it dawns on me now that
there is nothing so beautiful and
pure and as perfect as the well
written line."

This year will be dazzling - I've already decided.

current mood: peaceful
current book: Open All Night - Bukowski

...the last couple of days devouring these (their misanthropy brings me great joy).


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...this LiveJournal's about to become a repository of Bukowski...

"some women are delicate things
some women are delicious and
wondrous.

if you want to piss on the sun
go ahead
but please leave the good women
alone."

(From "a poem for swingers.")

...my old friend LiveJournal. So much and so little has changed since last entry... (You're replacing Facebook in my heart. Be prepared ( Read more... )

...in 10 hours for two months of Basic. I wish I'd done more sit-ups; more push-ups; a bit more Navy research. But I can't say that I'm having - or have had - second thoughts. This will probably change within minutes of boots off the bus in Great Lakes, but as of now...peace ( Read more... )

I used to pray fervently for "cleansing;" now 20 minutes on the treadmill does the trick. My mind is clearer, my heart happier, and my body mightier than any angry deity ever made them.

Which makes sense, deities being what they...aren't and all ( Read more... )

This LiveJournal has been breathing into the ether for 5 years now. I'm noticing trends, of course - the same resolutions, year after year. The triumphs less noted than the angst. Not enough pictures ( Read more... )

...toward midnight. My bedroom is illuminated by the cold burn of my computer's monitor and the warm glow of Christmas lights. Bicycle-strung Christmas lights. There's a kitteh asleep at my knee, and books lie scattered across the bedspread. Five books. I'm reading all of them.

My roommate's in Chicago and I miss her, but friends (genuine friends ( Read more... )

...this merits an entry, but I don't exactly have my feelings sorted yet ( Read more... )

...stumbled, shaking and sweating, out of unconsciousness and away from a dreadful dream ( Read more... )