my life in 4 sentences:
(1) i moved back in with my parents.
(2) supernatural powers are pursuing me ominously and somewhat ruthlessly.
(3) i have 90 pages due in less than 10 weeks.
(4) i miss a lot of people who aren't around.

blend uselessly similar shades of yellow and red and ( Read more... )

images of how you want your life to be ( Read more... )

again, you don't have to read this as it's more for me ( Read more... )

push print

seeing myself cycle around in the black notes on the page not sure what year it is * must be transgressing through time because I find myself existing inbetween the bar lines

i am at that point, in writing this inflated academic prose, when everything i write seems like bull fucking shit

picture this: eyelids taped back, hooked up to apparatus which inserts eyedrops at regular intervals, allows the minimum of blinking, that is to say none, which saves minutes over the course of a day; so that you may digest it all... coetzee, beckett and kafka - no more allegories! you cry - and the synthesized tears run down your face in rapture ( ( Read more... )

typical (familiar) situation:

browsing through 60 (a thousand) inconsequential digital photographs
wondering which ones he's slept with (or thought about sleeping with.)

"a train ticket and some crumpled up pieces paper
the carpeted chairs in coach class
and the thick feeling when he grabbed your thigh through your skirt
were the reasons he rode on and with great verocity, after the owl, swooping
onto the field which lay below the cliff."

-KLL

spending a saturday evening cooped up ( Read more... )