when the deaf people moved in upstairs i thought: 'oh good, i can be loud.' i didn't realize they would be throwing cement bricks on the floor (at least thats what it sounds like) all of the time.
last wednesday, i almost got banned from the alamo drafthouse during weird wednesday. the whole point of weird wednesday is to get drunk and laugh and be ( Read more... )

some things on my mind:

1. if i tell you i'm into you, i mean it. it's not easy for me (for anyone) to say and, when i say it, it most certainly does not mean i'm really saying i'm into one of your friends. why would you think that?
2. you shouldn't ignore me in public. i know how you work and i know why you do it. but you didn't used to, its quite ( Read more... )

thanks to a certain unnamed somebody (jordan), i now have a half smoked joint lodged deep in the abyss of the lock on my sliding glass door.

also, i don't know how i feel just yet that we sat through the entire notorious big greatest hits album. and enjoyed it all the way through.

'playaahh, turn your head round ( Read more... )

there are few things i loathe more than when someone tries to make me jealous.

hildegaard stood alone on the rust coloured meadow that carpeted the mouth of the bothnian gulf. she breathed in the salty baltic air. soft purple fabric lapped at her calves. at this moment in her little scandinavian cottage several kilometers inland, the butt of a gun rapt angrily on the door. the shelving that held rows of heirloom china ( Read more... )

i am one vague human being. i realized only recently that i only say about thirty percent of whats on my mind to people. if that. and i have all these things going on in my life right now but i don't think people even know. i guess i feel at the time that it's trite and fleeting, the things that i experience. and of all the things that interest me ( Read more... )

lights and sounds ( Read more... )

do you remember the trees that night ( Read more... )

'my darling since
you and
i are thoroughly haunted by
what neither is any
echo of dream nor
any flowering of any

echo(but the echo
of the flower of

Dreaming)somewhere behind us
always trying(but O gracefully)a
we,entirely whose least

breathing may surprise
ourselves --let's then ( Read more... )

a torn flag ( Read more... )