My body is slowly beginning to warp. This tummy, it comes and it goes. I vary from jogging five mornings in a row to doing yoga once a week and rationalizing not lifting weights by saying my solar plexus hurts. I eat softserve ice cream on far too regular a basis. I had the best steak of my life a few days ago. Every other thing I eat is full ( Read more... )

I went to the doctor today. And yesterday, actually, I went to the hospital, which for some reason refuses to see non in-house patients after 11:30 in the morning. The woman from yesterday gave me directions to this other hospital I was looking for today, when I just gave up somewhere after South Kumamoto and happened to exasperatedly stop ( Read more... )

In every face I saw, I saw you at your worst. Aww.

When I met you, I only saw a red guitar, but not red lights and drunken nights spent swindling a subterranean Brooklyn out of a little integrity. You were on a stage with a brown (or black) strap around your shoulder, a PJ cover tune in your ambition, a brown (or black) tanktop, and a brown (not black) ponytail. We make fun of each other for this ( Read more... )

Oh Dallas, how did you do it?I keep telling Magda, or rather, I keep telling myself for Magda's sake that I'm going to drive around this damn town with my camera in tow so I can prove it to her. These fakely blue skies hung up with string, soggy tumbleweeds wretching across suburban highway stretches, cows. So many cows. When you see a herd of ( Read more... )

I first encountered Suiko Fujihashi in May, when I was 21. I didn't really introduce myself to her for another 5 months, and by that point we were in two different countries, communicating through email for little more than the sake of exchanging written words. The first conversation I remember having with her was in Tokyo, when we were riding a ( Read more... )

I have a difficult time distinguishing paranoia from sensibility. This has a lot to do with why I can't stand being bored ( Read more... )

Underneath interstate bridges to a truckstop tonight, supposed to meet people there at 11, to meet people who never show up. I sit alone in the corner booth beside the bathroom. There is a lingering smell of diner grease and human excrement. I open up a compilation of short stories by Dostoevsky for the sake of White Nights, something ( Read more... )

若い頃あなたは人参花の王子様だった

When I was young I wanted to grow up and study bugs. I wanted to be a bug studier and unthinkingly referred to this field as etymology instead of entomology. But when I was little I didn't predict so many things, that today there would have been tears that stunk up the room like onions, that I would sing clouds in my coffee ( Read more... )

The automobile has ruined music for me. I realized this as I was driving to the Waffle House on the offshoot of Coulter that eventually winds back to my parents' house, wondering what to listen to. I can't enjoy music nearly as much if I'm not in perpetual motion. Maybe this is due to the crippling fear of failure I've been indoctrinated into by ( Read more... )