Respectively, There are two kinds of insomnias that are extraordinary.... There are those nights when you don't sleep much because you're blissfully busy with someone's actual body and mind... And then there are those nights when you don't sleep much because you're too busy with the thought of someone's past or future presence.

This isn't something that's easy to explain ( Read more... )

this is what i think of when i tried to write some silly epistemological essay. this proves I'm completely unreasonable; i've got no ability to grasp neccessary connections. "students do what they're assigned", peh ( Read more... )

This, i wrote a month ago. privatized it out of fear of the other ( Read more... )

Without the words fitting of the urge given by living, i'll stay silent and search my mind for times of drumhitting smokefilled palaces of the past casting myself in roles i've never played before

So sitting in the center of somebody's sentence has always scared me ( Read more... )

I look left to see the remnants of my mother's entire reason for life laying a few monthes before death. my grandmother looks wrinkly and fragile like a leaf falling in a city other than LA.in a little unframed snapshot sits some lady who's tiny enough to look like a stranger, smiling in a hospital bed hugged by machines to breathe and sons and ( Read more... )

Mhm, I wonder if anything could ever be aware of the time we they and I have spent and will spend making the world into a stage. It became regular for one me to speak in some of the settings made already. one's words really are funhouse mirror reflections of another image. does that make what we're playing in a comedy? a flawed drama, too, but that ( Read more... )

There are times when the speed is just so and the music has a perfectly fitting feel to it and everything's jumping down darkened roads just like it should be. Sometimes gray days are better when the windows are open and the weather becomes your skin somehow its not something I should even try to describe. It's better to just be with it, in the ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream in which High School was dante's inferno. Typical, I know, and despite the dream verging on cliche, the sights i saw were absolutely terrifying. I was accompanied by a 10 foot tall clown at one point. He didn't talk. From E to A hall was a giant mud river packed with people who were writhing and moaning. at some point near ( Read more... )