so, again the twin traits of myself have dueled, and there has been a wound; still not a casualty, but a severe blow. the Conformity within me had an urge to clean out my school things and reorganize at 4:30 in the morning recently, and in doing so it sneakily robbed something of its despised sister, Creativity. i ended up throwing out a ( Read more... )

The more things that I hang on my wall, the more colors that flood my peripheral vision, the more the window is welcomed. A piece of framework specially left apart in the wall by men the wiser for their work. Plaster did not fill its hollow rectangle; around it wholeness was compiled. Atop the wholeness even more-- distractions for the eye. The eye ( Read more... )

i write to you from a poorly lit room at the back of the moulin rouge. there are a couple of coats in here, and a few more moths, and occasionally a man with a surely rotten liver will stumble in, look at me, and stumble back out ( Read more... )

Why do we watch the weather forecast here? Our location makes it almost impossible to predict what will have blown in a few hours from now, and yet most of our parents turn to channel 3 or 10 or 13 every morning and then tell us how warmly we’ll need to dress. The weathermen are nearly always wrong, and it’s not that I blame them, but they seem to ( Read more... )

i was thinking that next time my hair pisses me off, i am going to cut it. i decided to apply this principle to other aspects of my life, e.g., people.

just kidding; i'm not going to cut my hair.

I held the blade in my hand as I stood in the slowly dimming bathroom. I stared at my palm that contained this relatively small but circumstantially significant object. The isolating stares of classmates and the teasing I'd had to endure for the past few years had driven me to this. I began to fill up the tub and I was shaking, and I almost dared ( Read more... )

There is nothing like a drunken bum on a Saturday night, wearing an avocado-print tie, preaching you responsibility as he slurs the gospel. “Bill Murray is my idol,” he explains, his pinky extending outward from his brandy glass, which, for some inconceivable reason, is stained with all shades of lipstick imaginable ( Read more... )

On my way into the school bathroom, I had the good fortune to cross paths with two admirable young women. Both were finishing up having eye sex with themselves in the dirty, warped mirrors hanging from the lovely piss-yellow walls (which are complimented by the jaundice lighting) and both were clad in cheerleading uniforms ( Read more... )

for as long as i am always lame ( Read more... )

4:30 a.m. is saying "maybe this is time to sleep, but i'm willing to negotiate." the clock has been such a pushover tonight. lately, time has been bending in whichever direction i wish it to. it's afraid of me. it's finally learned who's boss. it might have the hour hand and the minute hand, but i have the backhand ( Read more... )