Can't keep singing these songs of hurt. Can't keep singing these songs of hurt. Can't keep singing these songs of hurt.

Can't
keep
singing
all these
songs
of hurt.

1/06/07

It's getting on to the late evening here. This 10 pm to 11pm murmur of a courtyard out my window, high heels on cobblestones, occasional cries and of course, the staple of the French city soundtrack, the adverse ambulances, scooting around. And yet, remarkably, fittingly, everything tonight is remaining low, reminding me of the music so ( Read more... )

It's funny (avoiding the word 'strange' as all recapitulations of mine seem to start), waking up, here, today. A little bit of too much I think, too much time to take account of, aiming to talk about the last year and a half, speaking of absences, not wanting to make a pillar of sense where happenstance rests. I think the only thing I really want ( Read more... )

I feel hot in this moment. A burning in the chest. Glasses of wine, and re-(collecting). Dialing in the drums, rubbing my eyes. I feel the night out a window in Bordeaux. I'm listening to Digital Ash in a Digital Urn and it's so fucking cold this winter. But I'm putting 'em down, glass after glass. Catching the tram late, really late, just walking ( Read more... )

Oh, it's dreary, this Monday morning. Humming such a simple tune that irreversibly calls back New York, somewhere near MOMA going to meet Jared, walking fast, near 5 Ave., and for some reason or another, remembering this song. Or the song before it, the song Teddy and I made our soundtrack on those Brooklyn nights. And by pure reference getting ( Read more... )

It's weird being the only one in the Humanities computer lab, such as it is, late afternoon this foggy friday. Man, what a weird week. I need to get some bearings. Set myself down, re-adjust what I thought I thought. Read all these books. Write everything I want to write. Put some oommf in the things I do. I'm falling on pillows and it's really ( Read more... )

It's Saturday and I'm replaying drunken 1, two, 3333333's from last night, humming 'Crow Jane' and feeling lonesome like before in New York. Taking all these steps, heedlessly, freely. I've been getting a lot of reading done. I keep wanting to turn back to people, to talk and interact with people. But I know I'll regret it instantly. Getting weary ( Read more... )

I fell on my skateboard today ( Read more... )

...and today is a beautiful fucking day.

The heat. Oh, the heat. I'm sweating, eating tuna. I'm exhausted, but it's only natural. It seems as though the end of the week has in fact been, every day of this week. I'm not really overwhelmed, I guess it's just the uncertainty of figuring out this new schedule, this new (in fact old) way of living. I love my room, and the roommates aren't half ( Read more... )