I have a lot lot lot of mad, particularly about the stagnancy of it all. I'm convinced every man I've been interested in was devoid of ears; so why do I continue rummaging through waste high carcass if I'm persistently forecasting and it means I must always deprive myself of what I had initially wanted? What did I want? Who am I? This ill knowledge ( Read more... )

i'm rational. it's hard to tell if i'm happy in your arms. i didn't want to prove you stupid...i wanted to show that there are things you trust and things you don't. how easy it was for you to trust a--a ghost. a flittering spirit telling you i was a liar. and yet i sit and violently bash my empty, hollow heart onto the table telling you the ( Read more... )

I took the words in Robert Kuhn's last journal entry (randomartist) and made a poem. (I didn't find it appropriate to give it a title since I used only and all the words in the entry ( Read more... )

Now that I'm not in LA anymore my title, "Sex and the Other City" doesn't work anymore.

Betty sat on the roof of a parking structure, leaned on the cold stone ledge smoked a cigarette, exhaled and said, "women get clever and men get stupid." Betty lied on a large purple sofa chair, one leg draped over the arm with two hands on a fucking hot cup of coffee, followed the fire's marking ticks of inconsistant time. She said, "I'm not ( Read more... )

most of the time i think about how i want to hug him and say how much i couldn't wait to see him. is that what defines a relationship? or should i put it on myspace? it's something and it makes me feel anxious. trampled by the crazy herd of anxiety, in literal sense you just die, but in metaphorical sense you have to walk out from under it. i' ( Read more... )

My space case days are finally coming to an end--I can feel things moving jauntily forward and my mood is rather up, instead of my former lackadaisical attitude. Chaman was like sitting on a pebble, getting pissed off and throwing it out of your sight, but finally going back to pick it up and seeing how cool it actually is. I wish I hadn't become ( Read more... )

i don't like to add honey on my honeynut cheerios anymore

it is a ridiculous time in the morning and i can not sleep. if you hear an odd, faint sound i advise you to tend to it and avoid reading this at all for there will be no point, interesting idea, or intellectual output whatsoever. although i can portray a clear motive: sleep deprivation. isn't that all life requires anyway? clear motives, not ( Read more... )

waking up at six in the morning makes you wonder if they ever feel troubled the way you do.