i havent been this conscious of the time im not spending doing the things i enjoy, in as long as i can remember ( Read more... )

such an odd visual and metaphorical union in reading of mice and men today, and to have seen those magpies pecking away at the baby bunny - and to have not been able to stop them is terrible and now confusing.

you cant give back to this thing. its been made to take: your eyesight, your time, your money, and your mind. the few havens maybe buried in all this electric city can be found in the words of a page, or one of those thousand you keep wishing we were ( Read more... )

i quit a bunch of things this week; namely jobs ( Read more... )

tonite i was suprised i still pined for you the way i do. thought of ways to find you or to force into my way. i only miss your gravity, and i know that. i miss the triumph in leaving work to return home. i miss an icon, a faceless sponge, and a warm piece of blood in flesh. too wordy perhaps.

the city has been good to me because i've stayed out of her public places. the city, my mother, the launching pad and landing strip. my home ( Read more... )

heres for the emptiness ( Read more... )

the change i wrote of last time has not been as brilliant as it seems. it seems the more i change, or try to, the harder it gets to be swept up. that term i have heard before. swept up ( Read more... )

it just seems im always having my heels stepped on by all the art i do not know, and inevitably come to know. the reminder that my news are many's old breaks me down and sorts me out a little bit everytime. im pushed back into my place and can only accept that i know where not to stray again. i've not even heard destroyer and have read that the ( Read more... )

to personalize the unfelt. to say the words of those who seem to speak with no real thoughts, only air. and the rambling. no, not the rambling. the rambling is rare. it is the rhetoric; when you can hear the pamphelteer in their voice, and the aims they try to meet ( Read more... )